if you could look into my eyes you would see what you mean to me. all those times we would sit atop that mountain and watch the sky grow dark and flood itself with stars.

waiting for sunrise, 4:00 am on wednesday, all i can think about is leaving this place. sitting alone on the floor of this tent and wondering what would happen if i change my life - would it be for the worst or sould it be the most perfect thing in the world.. to me.

wind in the trees.