happiness, more or less, its just a change in me
something in my liberty

i dont think anyone gets as many quivers of excitement when they look at london as i do. it feels so damn fucking right, it feels so good to look at those maps, those picutres, to think of it, always. to remember the rush and anticipation the accents, the stores, the museums the people everything around me shinning. it shines through dark days.