by Faux Paux » Wed Jun 23, 2010 7:16 pm
Chase cantered around, his black mane whipping around his head. He sighed, and closed his brown eyes before skidding to a halt, causing dirt to fly.
Sonya grazed on some grass, savoring the sweet taste of it. She looked up and around before lowering her head again.
And I am sitting alone here in bed,
I'm waiting for an answer I don't know that I'll get.
I cannot stand to look in the mirror, I'm failing.
I'm telling you these times are hard but they will pass.
-These Times; SafetySuit