Wez beez teenagerz. Prepare yourself.

Jan 8, 2011

Journey

Her shoes squeak on the wet pavement as the rain dances around her. Her hair floating, electrified by the air's humidity. She walks with a purpose, direction, and yet she has no steady destination. She lives for the journey, to feel the energy in every step. To many, she seems lost, but she knows what she wants. To me she is beauty.

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