|i will be home then
||[Apr. 12th, 2009|02:16 pm]
|||||the decemberists and that||]|
At the time, you were a rake and a rastabout.
I'm led on my bed, the sun is streaming through my window. It warms my face as I listen to a strange combination of The Decemberists and the ambient noise of cars and people. The sole of my shoe is peeling away from the leather and my jacket needs dry cleaning. I am happier than I have been in years.