City - Hot Springs State - AR Country - United States
About
Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy, They have no borders, no boundaries. They echo and they swell From tolstoy to tinker bell. Down from berkeley to carmel. Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.
Hey sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time. Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like floating questions, why? And they linger there to die. They don't know where they're going, and, my friend, neither do I.