play your dear guitar and i’ll sing my modest tune because,you know dear,all i really want is some more time with you so as our fingers entwine and our hearts skip beats the faucet will tap like minute dancers with their feet. and now my darling the night grows cold and i’m still far too afraid to grow old you hold my childlike faith in your palms and i trust you. yes i’m...
it was always so easy.
skin so thin. paper sharp metal. desire within. it’s harder now. sickening. strangling. need to breathe. need to breathe. you make me wanna save me. save me.
This tainted oxygen I breathe, it’s just not enough for me anymore. Was it ever really? Deceitful voices in my head say I shouldn’t even speak. So Lord, you whisper in my ear. You provoke this song you hear from my heart. I know that never will you leave, but some days I wish I could see you here physically. Always will you love me Lord and always will you...
sweet conversation.devilish grin.hidden...
what do you want? glory. internal,external,or universal? D. all of the above. then you’ve got a hard eternity ahead of you. the road less beaten. those first few miles are muddy. tears and over-excitement. be careful. be careful that the mud does not become quicksand. wouldn’t want to join the corpses. devoured by mediocrity.
you never know who may run in the next chapter of...
but i know you’ll always be chapters now through infinity for me.
summer,dear,i miss you so.
“The medicinal qualities of a bright morning are difficult to underestimate.” -William Fitzsimmons