“Nothing gold is forever”

but i don’t care, because when i go out on my balcony and look up and see that one bright star in the western sky, i think of home. I think about sitting on the street, gazing into the pitch black night. I can close my eyes when i’m on my balcony and drown out the noise, and pretend i’m on that street. Everything about it is gold. And every time i look it’s got forever written on it. It’s mine, forever. okay, when i go back–things won’t be the same. but it’s okay, i’ve got this shit…

~ by lum. on 20.October.2009.