Apr 6, 2010


lucky #7.

via cosmic dust

its strange to me how some dreams die and some live on. who decides which continues to bleed?
its like a constant tune that your heart beats to or a language the soul speaks by.
you cant help it, or change it, even if you wanted to (lord knows i wish i had control).
so anyway, my path is forming and my language is being spoken. its really quite the show.

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