onehundredthirty.

Minuscule puddles of dreams littering the streets like cigarette butts. Tonight these synthetic stars will light up this cloud ridden sky and our hidden thoughts will get caught up in the restless, meandering wind, blowing away into the shadows and abandoned buildings of this trodden city. This is home. It doesn’t get much better than this. I’ve missed this place, but now I’m finally here.

Remember happiness is a way of travel not a destination.
No Internet connection for the next week & a half ! Out of the country :D BaiBai ^_^