The one you call when the whole world is against you, the one who listens without judgement, the one who talks without preaching, the one who drops everything to be there. The one, period.
Who's mine, you ask? No one. I am no one's either.
An incoherent sentence and some meaningful words. A camera and some sepia-toned images. A chuckle and some misty eyes. A book and some dog-eared pages. A scratchy pen and some smudges of ink. A dried up stream and some shiny stones. One existence and a quest for some meanings...
Copyright © 2006 TinTin
Copyright © 2006 TinTin
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