133/365: Monday Morning
She may be young but she only likes old things,
And modern music it ain't to her taste,
She loves the natural light, captured in black and white,
She sees mirages of mountain ranges,
Within a blink of her eyes it changes,
Back to the open plain, oh no she can't explain.
I cry out "Love keep your arms around me",
I am a bird that's in need of grounding,
I'm built to fly away, I never learned how to stay.
Death Cab for Cutie
I hate moving even more than I hate finals. I took two photos yesterday but I only half like this one. It's getting hot now which means it's time for shorts...this is in black and white because I am white. :o
After this week I should be able to keep on track. I know I keep saying that but I mean it.