10.10.03

[autumn_crimson]

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...

- jack kerouac

you are that to me; always and forever. my bright light burning in the darkest of times.

thank you for showing me the way.