I love the last two blocks through my neighborhood at night, waiting for the perfect song to play. Incubus-Echo. The kind of song you want to hear when your pretending... I look up and find my luminescent moon again and the wind is but cold kisses. I smell wood burning from fire places and I'm walking nowhere until the song is over and the party next to me is nothing but a waker of dreams and I'm back to the reality of things. But I fret not because its Sweetest Day and though I am one of the single ones...still the night was very sweet to me. Oh and Happy Sweetest Day to all you sick puppies out there!!!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Happy Sweetest Day
I love the last two blocks through my neighborhood at night, waiting for the perfect song to play. Incubus-Echo. The kind of song you want to hear when your pretending... I look up and find my luminescent moon again and the wind is but cold kisses. I smell wood burning from fire places and I'm walking nowhere until the song is over and the party next to me is nothing but a waker of dreams and I'm back to the reality of things. But I fret not because its Sweetest Day and though I am one of the single ones...still the night was very sweet to me. Oh and Happy Sweetest Day to all you sick puppies out there!!!
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