mornings are hard. mournings are harder.
foreyes 
sometimes what you see is a mess of images blended by past, present, and future moments collapsing into a pinpoint of time. and you don't see anything but you see everything all at once.
and it's moments of chaotic mess when you see the same person, past, present, and future that you realize.
posted by fillshe @ 10:43 PM
1 Comments:
hey, thanks for the post guy! Not one song, but a list of them, awesome. bye!
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