words are treasures that are found in your head.

I know what you like best

Yes I get the feeling that
You're tired of all my moody ways
I'm tired of living moody days
Yes

One more breath and I will become
A river that is deep and still
I'd wait here all night until
You said yes

(Washed out fears)
(With midnight tears)
(There's washed out fears) A little sleep will brush away
(With midnight tears) The fingerprints I found today
(There's washed out fears) And I'm not going far away
(With midnight tears) In just eight weeks I'll solve the case

And I'll be in your car and driving
Straight through a red light
While you're running through my mind
Arrest me and say yes

Will you hang the trophy in the cabinet
You are yet to build?
You withstood the stormy nights so well

Is this a dream?
Yes it is
Is this a dream?
Yes it is

Yes-New Buffalo

it makes any moment lovely.

and...

I found this and thought it was beautiful. Please, it's not creepy at all. I love the boy that wrote this very much. It's a secret who it is. Not telling.


oh, and this is my before shot of things that are happening later this week.