We drive along the streets feeling like nothing can stop us from doing what we want. And the streetlights could almost blind us with their yellow brillance.

Somewhere along the line, Bright Eyes and Nirvana and Taking Back Sunday (...) gave way to acid jazz and bossa nova and other lounge music.

Its not that all those emotions have gone away. Maybe its just that I'm too tired to care anymore.

breathe // dream

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