Thursday, October 1, 2009

like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone

this cold air pirouetting in my lungs is me breathing for the first time.  my goosebuds and tastebumps love peppermint chocolate and shivers all the same. and i am surprisingly unfazed.  i am alone but very not lonely. and these glorious feels on my skin make my heart warm. 

tomorrow and for the rest of these days, it feels good to be free.  

lake ella and autumn and boots. 

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