You know what? I think I'm back now.
Escapism: not running away from reality; rather, to re-connect... wind in hair, rain on face, grass under feet. Finding pleasure in the small things of life. Just breathing.
Living my own dichotomy. And don't you forget it.
Still pushin' niceness
Can I help you?
sun rises
sun falls
and i love you
http://posmella.livejournal.com
(pretty much everything is friends-only, though! ask if you want in)
some call me posmella of the gmail too
Don't think these are accidental (but whether it's the title, the content, or a single word in it, you'll have to keep guessing):