Sunday, September 25, 2011



Brave in her movements
Scared to dance alone

There's a cave made of sheets
And I, I know we want to be inside
Take off all of your clothes and climb
Into a cave of sheets tonight

Steal away
You and me
To a cave made of sheets

This song reminds me of The Winter Rose and Hero Jarvis and Sebastian St. Cyr. I don't know why. It might do with the fact that I keep re-reading all of H&S's parts in the books or that I've currently started on The Winter Rose (second time this year). The feeling of utter longing and indulging in it - all without saying anything. Because you just know. How you feel and how he feels. Sometimes, I wonder if I am mistaken about things. What happened if nothing actually happened? So I listen to stuff. I read stuff. I do stuff. And I haven't hit that low yet. Each time I think I am about to reach it, doesn't happen. I am just waiting around.

CALL ME TALK TO ME SEND ME A MESSAGE TELL ME WHY STOP ME HATING YOU

I didn't know you
You didn't know me

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