Thursday, January 30, 2014

Sunshine and City Lights - Greyson Chance

it's ok, breathe.

at the point where ghosts can't scare me.

from my thoughts to my hands to typing, writing, black on white, to words, to what I think, inside, it sifts with what's outside.

I know things pass. But not this way, I won't let it.

Where is this place?