June 2011
5 posts
Waking up to your whispering eyes and soft lips against my cheeks, I couldn’t be happier
Reading in the rain is lovely, as long as you don’t get yer pages wet
I am so smitten with dark scary weather, this might tie in with the last post
Escape?
I need to find a way to capture these amazing nostalgic hideaway feelings that come over me,
Like the sunlight and desert apocalyptic rooms when I listen to Volta, or when I look out pub doors and imagine a better town, or maybe just a different town.
Something about my neighborhood still takes me back, but it freaks me out because I am so wrapped in my own childhood sometimes.
I don’t even...
I relish in sounds and yet I don’t make any
