Wednesday, May 25, 2011 @8:26 PM
when it's snowing and you're inside, and you pause a moment, then you take a sip of hot chocolate;
the warmth in your nose with that comfortable, subtle aftertaste that tickles the back of your eyes and makes you want to cry.
that was your voice.
//this game of life, that's how to play.
betray, betray, and then betray.//