shing. My curtains are blowing and I wouldn't mind a bit if a storm of orange and red and yellow fall leaves came blustering through. There is something about the autumn season that takes me away. I couldn't have been taken away at a better time. I was taken guard for being taken for granted, which left me taken aback. But I am taken by a boy, who takes my breath away, and would never leave me taken down.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
"Untitled First Blog Post"
My bedroom has a balcony, on the highest floor of the house that I live in. It seemed ideal when I was a smoker to choose this room, the convinience and privacy to enjoy a ciggarette right ouside, and at night a half-decent view of the lights downtown. When I quit smoking the balcony proved to serve less of a purpose, but today it's perfect. I sit in my room with the balcony door swung open to let in a fall breeze that brings with it something refre
shing. My curtains are blowing and I wouldn't mind a bit if a storm of orange and red and yellow fall leaves came blustering through. There is something about the autumn season that takes me away. I couldn't have been taken away at a better time. I was taken guard for being taken for granted, which left me taken aback. But I am taken by a boy, who takes my breath away, and would never leave me taken down.
shing. My curtains are blowing and I wouldn't mind a bit if a storm of orange and red and yellow fall leaves came blustering through. There is something about the autumn season that takes me away. I couldn't have been taken away at a better time. I was taken guard for being taken for granted, which left me taken aback. But I am taken by a boy, who takes my breath away, and would never leave me taken down.
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