Watch me smile.
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Like A Firefly Without The Light.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, there is an ideology forming where I'm wearing a big white lacy dress and the sun is streaming down n a kind of late-summer-evening as I run through tall barley fields with a smile on my face. In this dream, my messy hair fits and I have eyes like Tim Minchin, or my Mum, or my friend Conor, if you don't know any of these people, they all have insanely bright blue eyes. I don't know why this has come up, but this is really and truly how I want to be.