(Im)pressed Between The Pages

Hands-free, overnight travel. When will they develop a remedy for this addiction? Manhattan nights and mornings in Astoria.

I've never seen glitter shine so see-through as much as the look in your eyes. Especially when they're leading towards your bedroom. Ovation for the silent show we've played although the noise in those deep brown eyes could have condemned the neighborhood. It must make them sad to know of all the love behind these walls.

I've been tainted by all of the magnificent colors that surround your smile. Here's to hands held under a never ending sky of "I wonder whys".

Without you, these pills take me better than I do them.