This is my hour, I’m never going to bed.
The sky is still black, but begs to be red.
I just put my book down, but it begs to be read
I’m not nod, I’m not napper, never rest my head.
Some days I feel I’m getting smaller and smaller,
but some nights, I seem to grow taller and taller.

[..]I don’t want to explain things, don’t wanna fill in the gaps,
I want to look at my friends and in that minute be at …

Memories are times we borrow
for spending tomorrow.

I came to this world with nothing
and I leave with nothing but love
everything else is just borrowed.
The Streets-Everything is Borrowed

vakar salijām.paslēpāmies sausumā.uzpīpējām un tad soļojām tālāk pa lietu.sen lietū nebiju jutusies labi.heh,tagad arī man ir sācies rudens.