Not sure how to start, but it's you. It's always been you in my eyes, my dreams, dancing across my mind and the fireworks in the sky.
photo and quote are both mine.
YOU ARE READING
hiraeth.
Poetry(n) homesickness for a home that you can't return to, or never was. pictures, lyrics, quotes and poetry. some is mine, some isn't. cover photo isn't mine.
flickering illusion.
Not sure how to start, but it's you. It's always been you in my eyes, my dreams, dancing across my mind and the fireworks in the sky.
photo and quote are both mine.
