a leaf hoped that the branch would be strong but they were both born from an ol… and those dying roots could only h… until there was no choice
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…
submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice
all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise
trust me i am a moth and there is light ahead i would not lead you into absolute… i would not take you into perpetua…
he does not to leave the vine out of any loathing for his kin he simply can not stay waiting around to turn to raisin knowing that out there somewhere
for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom
into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner
the anticipation was staggering be… rifling through the closet for tha… a faded Misfits tee and my black leather jacket but the shows were always a disapp…
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
tire takes the pirate seeking lost treasures of sleep sails into goodnight
race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish
