Corrigan Brent Everett

goshagosh @ 2010-11-20T15: 28:00

We are the children of the summer,
what had passed;
and songs sung,
and something found.

Something is found,
Not-you-but-si-mo-e:
approach found,
and eating beautiful.

A light, beautiful,
I believe the world winter:
nothing scarier me
There is the light of day.

I believe the world and train station,
Believe night and a glass:
around because there is nothing terrible,
except myself.