superfluous sincerity

My heart drowns in its own superfluous sincerity.

Tranquility in transit; 
Long car rides are my favorite: the only responsibility you have is being a comfortable passenger. And for me, that means reading and music, for hours on end. Sometimes I don’t even want to arrive at the destination. I just want to soak up all of the relaxation allowed in the transition period.
  • 16 July 2012
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