baby, you’re a firework - you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine. show em what you’re worth, as you shoot across the sky.

call me the breeze, i keep blowin down the road. well now they call me the breeze, i keep blowin down the road. i ain’t go nobody, i don’t carry me no load.

i am definitely getting this beautiful tropical print henna done when the street performers and stalls set up for buskers in august! 

i make all that i believe in dreams so real. i set myself free.

i can’t fake the daytime, i found an entrance to escape into the dark. i’ve got false lights for the sun - it’s an artificial nocturne.

i never wanted to go home || there was nothing there for me | i’ve been on all kinds of highways for so long | i’ve been sleep walking - wake me up ||| the wanderlust will carry your song… i was bound to leave.