3.3.11

On listening to Under the Cover of Darkness

wacky. that's how i want to be. in the kick-a-trash-can kind of way.

but i'm not like that. i just end up being silly.

i know one thing for sure. every time you're around, i know i'm at the right place. but even more, i wish i could go places with you. set ourselves free.

of course, all this is foolish talk. unless you feel the same. do you? i doubt it.

"why such thoughts? it's all sentimental bull."

you're right. just wait. i'll see the moment when it comes up.



let's go