I want music that sounds like the light freckled on my face,
that reminds me of walks and times with you, and you,
and me.
I want to feel the light from under the surface of a swim.
Or from the end of a biting breath.
I want to feel the smell of the light in autumn.
Music that feels like the stinging sweat in my eyes when only the wind has my back.
I want to feel the light freckled in the stories of love and strength and all that is.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
ESE 310
J'ai penser des plus peurs, et je pense.
et nous allons la meme,
avec plus que peurs la meme.
et nous allons la meme,
avec plus que peurs la meme.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
OKC
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