Dream
We parked on an empty street, bathed in orange light from the street lamps above. I ate a hamburger while you slept.
posted by Mr Brightside at 11:46 AM
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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