mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.
bio
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me
justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
prom's today and i look really weird with make-up on. my mom has been screaming at me non-stop cos i keep trying to wipe the lipstick off my face. i think that she's thoroughly amazed that a person could be so resistant to cosmetics. the fact that the medication that i'm taking for flu is making me woozy, moody and miserable isn't much help either.