quarta-feira, 12 de maio de 2010

Till I look at my hands and feel sad, cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.
I'll find repose in new ways, though I haven't slept in two days, cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.
But drenched in Vanilla twilight, I'll sit on the front porch all night, waist deep in thought, because when I think of you I don't feel so alone /owl city.
Harry Potter - Golden Snitch