|Current mood:||let freedom ring|
|Current music:||story of the year - page avenue|
if its not too late for coffee
slide across the glass. shatter onto the red. roll down the side. mix with the masses. under this brilliant night sky. it never stops. rendering my imagination catatonic. i only sleep when i dream of you. i haven't slept in days. living like the fire in her eyes. eternity. did i ever tell you how much i love it here. this is where she said. . .
agradecidas. copeland. being home. feeling free.