7:26 pm
who do you look for in a crowded room?
whoever it is, that's where your heart goes. but even in that crowded room, it's like we're the only two souls living, breathing, dreaming among the many others who simply seem to be only existing around the magic we are compelled to create with one another. it's like we are the only existing people in that crowded room full of chaos - but we look and search, yes; we find each other. no matter what.
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
