Sunday, October 29, 2006

I caught whispers of possibility, by bonfires and fields. Worlds seemed to collide with conspired privacy, the wonders of SMS and (by some odd stroke of luck) coincidence, herself..although we, of course, leave no amount of sloth up to fate! Slowly, we seem to master the fine art of manipulating this tell-tale hourglass by ways of sarcasm and half smiles. When we choose to feel a bit rougher around the edges, we scream into sophomore frustration; but by nothings and sighs, we are left sunkissed and reeling.

I will always live for the intrigue, well-played.

Myself & I

  • Elise. Flipe. the Teapot
  • fifteen. female. Flip.
  • secretkeeper. truthseeker.
  • rosereaper. butterfly speaker.

  • leave all keys and excess baggage at the door

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