october eleventh at four twenty p.m.
i'll be ok when my hands get warm

feeling will always be new, and it is at it's strongest now. though, i'm still not sure i could mean it.

i'm not sure that feeling is such a good thing.

i want to get lost in this city, i want it to swallow me whole. i want anything to take control as long as it's not me, there's no trust in that. once i'm lost i can escape whatever i'm running from.

i'm never sure.



apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame