décembre 2009
don’t you cry.
If you are no stranger to my life
and if you know who I am and what I do, then this might be relevant.
Friday 18th. 7:05 p.m. Newark Airport. I’m drifting through my calendar; I am positive someone spilled the time, and the truth is I’ve never before been so afraid of something I’ve wanted this badly and for this long. Guess we’ll leave it to chance.
novembre 2009
“Any moment in which you’re smiling is the good life
Even the ones when...”
