dear sincerity.

[endxthisxaffair]

a cold chill slips through my lungs and memories reclaim these nerves. visions of you bleed through my mind like the curves of your body, the texture in that face. it's been so long since we've felt anything this close to real. where to? what now, and how? the questions settle in

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[sorryforcrying]

this is it. make every day the kind of day you take a picture of, write a song about. make this time count, we're playing for keeps.

[endxthisxaffair]

i love taking pictures, and i write songs in my sleep, so writing them about my life seems in order as well. i think it's a good start. keeps it is.