The Morning AfterThe sun breaks through the window panelike so many fragmented shards of glasslying lost and alone in a desperate attemptto put themselves back together.To quote, and I rarely quote,"Either the wallpaper goes,or I go."And then he slipped into the eternal sleep.I wonder sometimes what this eternal sleep is likeif we are not but broken shards of glasswho cannot put themselves back togetherand how I long to put myself back togetherfunny word that, "together"how do you put yourself backtogether?The phone rings and it starts againthis circus of fragmented personalitiesthis play, this farce, this chaotic mess"
Very nice photo.
What happened to your old ID???
Where is your beautiful long hair???