be bad, be mine.
yet, yesterday i have been watching over our morbid city from Rainbow bridge.
and thought, in the very end no matter where you go and where you end up,
the home is where your heart is. and it is so excessively great to be at home.

30 000 000 people.
but sometimes it is just so small and comfortable.

@темы: our morbidly pleasant place, before sunrise