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oh, itunes. you do crack me up when you are on shuffle.

If all the flowers faded away
And if all the storm clouds decided to stay
Then you would find me
Each hour the same
She is tomorrow 
And I am today

If right is leaving
I’d rather be wrong
She is sunlight
The sun is gone

She is the healing
I am the pain 

-She is the sunlight
Trading yesterday. 

 

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gah!

 

Just tired.

so so tired..

you gotta help me out here…

 

Untitled.

I said I all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head

Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Better than you had it

 

Wide, narrow, deep and the shallow.

I find comfort in the sound of the piano , small details on how it resonates behind the black cabinet.
I take comfort in the clashing cymbals, the sound of wood making an impact on the polished metal.
I found comfort in the guitars, oh glorious harmony within all the 6 strings.

at this hour i can’t seem to find any in that.

“the word is near”

right on elder.

In deed, You find it in a small book called the Bible.

 

So here i am, i’m trying.

Oh I adore the way you carry yourself
With the grace of a thousand angels overhead..

 

The Letters.

 

I’m was then, and i’m still the same now.

 

We all go random.

We came a lonngggg way, heres to Actsperiment 3.0!

 

1.. 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…

you pulled up to the side of the curb.

20 minutes passed and all you have is yourself.
See the months they don’t matter it’s the days I can’t take.