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…

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

bring me things to break myself upon till

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet