the august rush is screaming through my head and i can hear only notes, high ones, low ones, soft and loud. i think my life has been changed just that tiny bit, my heart is full, my hands, trembling. its too late to play music but the child inside of me just wants to open the door and run towards it.
goodnight starlights, im floating.
"hallelujah."
Friday, November 21, 2008
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