|
THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
 What's a seven-letter word for something tied to a string, that flies away when you release it? "It's raining now. The kind of rain that comes down so heavy it sounds like the shower's running, even when you've turned it off. The kind of rain that makes you think of dams and flash floods, arks. The kind of rain that tells you to crawl back into bed, where the sheets haven't lost that warm spot you left behind just a while ago, to pretend that the clock is five minutes earlier than it really is." As you take a ride in a bus and watch the streets and all its contains just bleed by, what do you see? When you wake up early enough to catch the sun as it rises in all its brimming glory, what do you really see? When you're standing at the crossroads and something is so tempting about the other side but you get slapped by reality in the face so hard you'd only dare to steal glances at what's probably kept from you by a distance of a fine thin string, what do you do? M-e-l-a-n-i-e. It's Melanie. TonFlyingHigh!11:42 AM *** |
Behind The Wheel; 
- - - - - - - - Navigate;
- - - - - - - - Playing On My Mixtape; |