Saturday, March 7, 2009

"And you're always there..."

I guess I'm always here.


World,

I can't explain well how I felt during dusk. I was chilled, I was calm, I was completely at peace with myself. And I had never fully realized how utterly beautiful he really was. In the most innocent wreckage. In the most apparent subtlety. In the way that I'd just acknowledged what was really up against me. In the way that makes me heavily whisper to myself, "Oh my god..."

Today was the day.

J'aime le soleil...

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