desperate overflows of energy as times move, away from the real world; sometimes things need to break for all to stop, as i spend a day bound to the ground not knowing what to do so watching the sun make his move across the sky, as every day, from here to there, watching us all back in our little prayers that we send...
endlessly it's hard to do these things alonejust hold on we're going home as all the shifting lights and the little puffs remind you of what it was & still is & should be, because despite all the twisted eyes under covers on sunday mornings and the restless runs of nights before, the void is still beautiful and whispers promises of new sights...
