rainbow colored cigarettes.
and transparent raindrops.
I'm looking out my window, waiting for night to fall so I can hit the town. It's raining with happens to confused my wardrobe a bit and my curly hair. But nothing that can't be overcome.
taken too seriously.
and left undiscussed.
People I surround myself with don't happen to be very good at communication - or so is the case 90% of the time. What to do with their non-spoken sentiments. Filling in the blanks isn't as much fun as it was when I was a child.
an impatient spirit.
and a loving, but guarded heart.
I stay the same time and time again. It seems to only be my surroundings that change. And you.