Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Counting Stars

Chains of second thoughts binding no more
The glasses of looking back, simultaneously blurry with hazy memories and clear with hindsight
Nothing filling the space between our thoughts but a blanket of stars
Each little star is a twinkling reminder of a moment passed, every forward step an accomplishment.

Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly – One Republic, Counting Stars.

- Inner Voice

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