> sth sweet in the year book.
The tide recedes but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down but gentle warmth lingers on the land.
The musc stops and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains.
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.
-kian. feeling emotional while trying to mug at 12+am.
(hey com'on man!!! I heard the giggles)
hahaha
