Reinvention tastes like this:

Tie me down, I'll fly away,
Clip my wings, I'll hobble to freedom.
Knock me down, and I'll get up again.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

In that moment...

we weren't our identifiers, we were stripped down of all that bullshit to just two souls.
I wasn't Brittany and you weren't Logan, we were two souls mingling in the twilight.

Nothing mattered because we didn't have identities in that moment.

I loved that moment.

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