Sunday, February 17, 2008

Untitled III: On Hope.

We hold on to what's left in Pandora's box.
But then, we were the ones who set everything in that box free in the first place.

Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales. all she ever thinks about is riding with the wind.*

- Mental.



* Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix.

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