Sep 14, 2010

Out from my fingertips flow ribbons of gold

If love had a colour, the air would be opaque.
Red.
The air would be red.

I don't know, I just feel there's so much infatuation in the air now with everyone. I'm not talking about myself. I'm talking about everyone around me. All that hormones.

And with the exams so close. Maybe love's an escape.

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