Milena Velba Slurping

Could I rest my head Just knowin 'that you Were Mine - All Mine.

I logged into MSN.
No one is online, but then I have no intention of talking.
And 'I like to see my name, there waiting.
In a communication line between painful and fragmented, and the utter ineffability, reassures me to know that you can stay here, even silently.
knowledge that has been echoed by all the words spoken and unspoken
And maybe I can feel it being very careful.
that girl who smiled and listened to Aqualung some remote virtual space still smiles.
liked the milk chocolate, hated black, a spring had awakened.
He could not sleep that night on the couch, so much excitement and anticipation, and with the sun still high and a guitar on his back running toward the station.
was happy and almost did not believe it. Instead
spring is back again this year, but no sign of frost to melt;
and I do not know who I miss more, if he or she, or the sun.

last week before the end of the exam session: I fall asleep on the couch and lead in a dreamless sleep, I wake up with the clouds and run towards the bus stop.
The walls are higher and threatening, but in a brick and the other I stop to enjoy a cup of tea (I had never liked the tea, and even the banana apple juice to drink on the way to the fly university).
I tell myself that things are fine as they are, I worked, worked to ensure that they were in this way. In my world that is perfectly synchronized, in my intense days and nights in my silent nothing could hurt me (the corners have been smoothed, plugs extracted from the meat).
But the blood flows and I have no idea why.