in my timber heart her kisses became axes clearing a forest
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost
he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
Deep in The Milky Way they will meet again. Reflections, and shadows. Never-ending satellites crashing into never-ending stars.
sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars
was afraid of heights until i looked at my back and saw i have wings
i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
i saw atrocity and deceit upon the… blood spilling down its jagged cli… tragedies unbound scaling the peak i tried to warn others not to climb this vicious monster
sobering up is a lot like waking up you don’t really remember your dre… but you know they were more exciti… than this
some nights I talk to them because i have no pets and i am alone i make promises “tomorrow we will go for a walk”
