Sometimes I wonder how I became such a night...
Perhaps it is because of the lovely things a single lighted lamp does to a dark room; that time when shadows become deeper and softer around the edges. Or maybe it’s the knowledge of the cold, wild night larking just beyond my window that makes my little corner of the world that much more valuable. But I think it really is the silence and the deep thoughts that steal out of the depths of my soul...
when you come to your senses it will be too late.
misswallflower: Judy Garland - Have Yourself A...