my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
the very idea that i could be
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter