His eyes are open.
Date: Mar 25th, 2011 3:00:32 pm - Subscribe
Mood: Vulnerable.
Music: Young The Giant - My Body
It is inviting.
Like the breeze on a spring afternoon.
Only, this breeze is ominous of a hurricane.
Velocity and altitude are on the menu tonight.
Every vortex brings the storm nearer.
You have to listen faithfully; you'll hear it.
Outside, the trees are splitting and flexing.
Until you feel the quakes, though,
Don't stop.
I need your warmth.
Only yours.
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