flying into walls. throwing oneself into _ .

catch m e if you can, cos some won't wait.

by the way, i'm missing the china air - that smell of _ . of countless nights floating into space, staring into nothingness. you could do ballet up there.

cos angels have wings, my friends -

this quietness, this solitude.

avaunt, avaunt.

sometimes, i do miss remembering that there are such things as meadows in this world. austen and her world. van gogh and his. movies like before sunrise + after sunset and flyfreebirding.

i carry hearts in my heart, as always, even when im flying - dont you geddit? don't you geddit??

sorry if i disappear.