what's your mode of transport?
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.
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.
8:41:00 PMbop to the top
Saturday, August 12, 2006
we sleep under the same big sky at night.
-Built This Way, Samantha Ronson
You know where you think you'll find, you think you'll figure me out tonight,
But you'll never know what I won't share,
Cause I don't care and I don't care,
You think you'll figure me out tonight,
But I don't care,
And I wonder, if I'm just built this way,
Cause every man that I know, makes me feel like 'I'm too plain'
When it's over and my selfish ways,
Go back to start again.
to thine own self be true.
because i never was.