twenty-seven april
twelve : fourteen a.m.

we turned it up all the way, and i leaned out the window and sang the words (she had eyes bright enough to burn me, they reminded me of yours) as loud as i could. i wanted everyone to hear. i wanted everyone to know how good it felt with only his voice and wind in my ears.

music : "the calendar hung itself" by bright eyes
literature : nothing
fixation : m, em, and emm.