|birds of a feather, stick together.|
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
walking down the street this morning with the clouds and light rain,
i noticed my hands were dirty, my black sweater and brown boots stained,
hair a mess on top of my head with dried clay on my cheek,
i thought to myself: how did i get here?
i believe i am the happiest i have ever been.
Friday, January 27, 2012
my head is absolutely in next year;
at graduation, in spain, camped out, somewhere else..
i told myself that 23 was my year, and it was.
why do i get the feeling that 24 will be just as good,
if not better? because it will. it absolutely will.
|where can i get one of these?|
the headpiece that is..