It's contagious, I think
Often, I think
That maybe a little bit
spreads far
and fast
and for the better.
Like a wave
that dies
against the collision
of those jagged rocks -
- no longer a wave;
simply part of the ocean
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Monday, April 16, 2012
4:44pm
Sit by me
And you will see
there is more than one
of me.
Hold my hand
And you will find
I am not the living
kind.
But I'd rather fly
than float.
By God,
I've gone.
And you will see
there is more than one
of me.
Hold my hand
And you will find
I am not the living
kind.
But I'd rather fly
than float.
By God,
I've gone.
4:02am
You have everything
But you don't have anything.
Materials are a formality
And Death an inevitability.
You've got your finger on the trigger,
but Hope is ever devoted.
But you don't have anything.
Materials are a formality
And Death an inevitability.
You've got your finger on the trigger,
but Hope is ever devoted.
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