Dec 2014
I'd rather think of you with my eyes closed.
The images play back in my late night cinema of a mind.
Your colors fade but the feeling remains the same.
A sold out show every night, but just one patron.
Me.
The images play back in my late night cinema of a mind.
Your colors fade but the feeling remains the same.
A sold out show every night, but just one patron.
Me.
Sometimes all you really have of a person is those vivid memories that are triggered by anything as simple a smell, a sound, a word. Then boom, you're back in that moment remembering things like they're happening right now.
