FLYT OF HEART

Sometimes i imagine its you saying this peter.

And so i have peace.

Native Spirit- always thought i had one. Always knew really. Nomad looking for nothing and no one, just peace. Always knew id take the high way and not stop till the water reached my head. Follow my dreams and smell the roses along the way.

Somewhere in this city, ill find you. Wandering the streets filled with passionate curiosity for new people and a new city, where no one knows you, no one can judge you, you can be whatever and whoever you want to be.

Makes all the difference.

-oce4n:

me