My life, my loves. I'm still chasing life
The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.
Beau Taplin ||
the hours between.
Even in the misty haze of this rain soaked, grey, dull morning.
The thought of you fills my mind; in it’s own magical way, just haunting.