i do not worry.about the lifei will have.or the personi will be.in five.ten.fifteen.or thirty.years.that person is coming.together.waiting.for me.there. // hudson biko
hues of blueunfoldacross the canvasof scattered clouds.the wind is dim.and the sun is crisp.and there are heartsthat are aching.for what couldhave been.somewhere // hudson biko
