I fly like paper, get high like planes. . (Mar 3, 2009 / 20:57)

Winds in the hair, trudging along the seemingly tranquil pathway. .
Propping against the metal banister, head positioned in a retrograde manner. .
At close proximity, viewing has never been that breathtaking. .or therapeutic in some sense.
Nights this fulfilling requires the right company.
Labels: Melancholy, Quotes, Thoughts
∆∆∆