december fifth at seven p.m.
words have no feeling without loaded meanings

sometimes i wonder what a heart is for if it's not going to be put to use. i'm sure eventually it will forget to beat.

in written words, i hope these things that spill out sound as good as they do in my mind.

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