| Current mood: |  calm |
| Current music: | the hum of the computer |
blabber {where i want to be, love}
stars laced together.
a novel constellation born of dreams and aspirations: {where i want to be. 12/24/02}
the ideal temperature: seventy-three degrees. a vivacious mat of verdure. a caramel-colored trunk springing forth from the viridity – reaching for the aquamarine heavens with branches covered in blossoms the hues of a pale rose. a breeze causes soft pink petals to fall, producing a blizzard of sugar-esque snow. blossoms in her hair. a girl and a boy. a princess and her love, tucked away under the tree - giggling & creating, saving, with pens, pencils, paper & resplendent super-sleek metallic laptops. he picks the petals out of her hair and off of the backwards blue and white baseball cap she insists on wearing – nevermind her black lace shirt and fancy night-colored tulle skirt. quickly, she kisses him on his cheek and smiles a sweetly devilish grin – something only that girl can master (like the baseball cap and skirt). lovingly, he smiles back at her. yet, he remains in awe of this ethereal brilliance: his surroundings and his love. His atmosphere.
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