Making Beds In An Alley Way

Comfort is good books (Harry Potter), excellent music (A Fine Frenzy, Paper Route), and the feeling of home.

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We Are Diamonds Waiting To Be Found

Taken with my iTouch // 22|7|12; Starbucks, Borders @ The Curve, Sunday afternoon. 

It’s Never Much When I Sing About You

Taken with my iTouch  // 17|7|12

Rainy season is here. Every morning I wake up to wet grey cement, and every morning I squint at the puddles to see if they are still or if they ripple - nothing could make me feel more cheated than to have missed being conscious and content in a downpour. It's an empty feeling... like the rain was a friend who visited and left while I was sleeping and left nothing more than the cool air and the puddles on the ground.

This morning... the wind called to me, rattling my windowpanes, and the rain whispered to wake me in hush distant tones, shush-shush-shushing through the trees and drumming onto the light grey cement that steadily darkened.

And I clambered out of bed, a sleepy smile on my face and dust in my eyes, and stretched out eager fingers to unroll the blinds.

Are There No Shadows Where You Are

Someone confided in me something very special just a few days ago, something he had not told anyone else. It was an honour, an honour of the highest order to share in a person's secret; a secret that was held and cocooned in warm grasping hands that though glad for the gift were more than willing to keep it safe and sound, quiet and unknown.

I was able to share in it, to be a younger sister that he never had, to call him the older brother I never had. For once in my life I felt younger in years and maturity than I had ever really been.

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I wonder of the scent that will linger on skin, the smile and the laugh and the light that will be caught in eyes, illuminating dark pupils for a moment so irises glow.

I sit here with my exam notes, supposed to be studying, and wonder.

Burns The World To Gold

It's A World Full Of Cynics

 Who say to stay alive in it: 

"You've gotta stick with what you know." 

But the soul is always aching 

For the heart to start taking 

A chance by letting go. 

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 The Truth // Relient K