this pretty little chimney
my new favorite place to be is on top of the garage with you three.
funny how sometimes four people seems like a fiesta. and five like a rave. it's funny how we all think the same things at the same time but nobody, nadie, moves their lips until they must. is it for lack of trust in our words or simply the belief that things become too powerful once they are said out loud? i don't know about you, but i'm attempting to practice putting out the things i wish to receive and hoping someone hears me.