Speeding Motorcycle
Thus, something stirs in these notes once more. Sunshine in a window, and a wind behind the curtain that is making it dance.
She tells jokes wearing awesome shades and it feels like there is so much still here. You have to wonder where did it go anyway? These (sort of) public reminders seemed foolish once, but all too apprehensively. It is never flattering to have something to hide, and no one should have to make up stories for the wrong reasons. Listen, it's obvious that we are getting into a bit of trouble here (but I kind of like it.)