joi, 8 noiembrie 2018
the day that you stop running is the day that you arrive
she's riding the tram to work every morning, always standing by the rear window, always listening to indie rock tracks. with her sunglasses on even on cloudy days, you could easily mistake her for some arrogant indie celebrity. but she is no celebrity, much less arrogant, much less independent. she is just hiding her eyes from the world, hoping to pass as someone else. she is just tired or running from herself and hoping to find herself again in the back of her sunglasses, in between the tracks. all she wants to do is to be able to depend on him. at least a little, at least sometimes. all she wants is to enjoy the ride.
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she's riding the tram to work every morning, always standing by the rear window, always listening to indie rock tracks. with her sunglas...
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