her_arms like rain. my own personal elysium... when i want to sing a song this loudly, when the blood pours from my lips and into the air, filling the streets with joy and pain and hope and love and desire all at once, when the world swells inside of me as i swallow it whole and become nothing but a vague perception in the air... when everything crashes down around me, filling me up inside and making the whole... when i cease to exist, except for the movement inside... when i become warmth... i want... 010508 ... sim "Your old man's arms Like to bear their fists But my arms have hands like The graceful mist And all they want to do Is hold you" 010508 ... Casey are open to everyone, even people she doesn't know But me,I'm traped behind the wall she has built between us. We have no physical or speaking contact what so ever. It really sucks being her son 010508 what's it to you? who go blather from