[чарли спит]

The song of this cold morning for me. The sky is tightened by clouds through which the first beams of the sun make the way.
Like good start for new tomorrow.

And when the worrying starts to hurt
And the world feels like graves of dirt
Just close your eyes until
You can imagine this place,
You're our secret space at will.

@музыка: Snow patrol - Shut your eyes

@настроение: когда так не хватает добра. и когда хочется им поделиться.

@темы: music, момент