august the 23rd
* Monday around 11:32 PM
everyday, the price of your words rises;
after your days of silence
really sad and jealous. but i never say it.
YOG is ending soon..
you cant record feelings or atmospheres or love
flying around in the air right now
if hope is a butterfly
i would have enough for a butterfly farm
until i realise there are all either fake
or they are at the end of their lifes.