You Move Like A Rolling Wave.

Today is a day for sad songs, piano, and French romances.
And although it's already 3 hours into tomorrow,
and while this post is contextually morose,
I find it's one of the best days
I've had in a while.

Le Fabuleux Destin


d'Amélie Poulain

Could we fix you
if you broke?
Is your punch line
just a joke?
I'll never talk again.
You've left me speechless.

The cinematic after effects
of alcohol
have led me to believe
that there's nothing more beautiful
than a face
as it starts to fade.

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