The room is dark.
The truth is hidden.
You still haven’t come.
And I’m not sure why
But my life just keeps on passing me by.
And you won’t come about
No matter how much I shout.
So I’ll just have to get up
And walk myself out.
The lights come on.
The room is bright.
The truth is seen.
Hey, I'm Lexie. Let's get married.
new york city snow storm (by ho_hokus)
New York City (by Andrew Imrie)
Statue of Liberty, 1967 by David Plowden
Pray, Myrtle-Wycoff Station, Bushwick