13 November 2009

ghosts



dreaming about the ghosts of last summer. watching that tiny droplet of water running down the window pane like the lonesome star that shone more than the others. breathing the icy cold air in and out until it takes your breath away. making snow angels. dancing in the rain. finding comfort in milky tea which fills your insides with warmth and love and filling glittery jars with lifelong wishes. it makes me feel sad for the people out there who will never experience or even take notice of the littlest things around us which are often the most beautiful ♥