©Zeitgeist Photography
flying by these minutes into hours into
there it goes again.
the past seems so clear when you look ahead
"Oh God, it's raining
And I'm not containing
My pleasure at being
So wet
Here on my own
All on my own
How good it feels to be alone
Tonight
And I haven't felt so alive
In years"
Depeche Mode- off of Black Celebration
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