Wednesday, July 28, 2010

AT NIGHT, IT'S WHEN I FEEL ALRIGHT

When the night is old and the city that never sleeps is snoring.
Self-occupied with sweet dreams of concrete jungle wrapped in steel and fire.
In its corners where even the wildest of party animals not dare to go.
This is where I always feel at home, at those hostile places where I am most alone.






1 comment:

  1. ''Dope Man, i like it!!! Really nice light & colors. Big Up

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