live outrageously and dance among the stars.

 
                                               I'm holding july like a treasure.
       i'm telling myself that now is the now and still, I find myself looking at horizons and 
                                                    building   castles in the sky.
       the clock hands are waving goodbyes to forgotten times but there is no tears in farewell,just glances and over cups of milky coffee and as soon as the flowers have dried I will pin them at my walls. they don't even lose their colour.