Sunday, January 6, 2013

Post No. 220

Words and thoughts fluttered above my head and the eerie feeling of floating resurfaces while Lana del Rey with her rich velvet songs sings in the background, her dark hair, clouded in circles around her face. I feel death by the window. Dark marshmallows cover the azure sky and my lashes are dry of gazing at the grey emptiness.

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