I think I think too much
Balance is everything.
Undress your fears And you better hope it's pretty Because none of it matters unless you're pretty or dead
Looking like lack of sleep and tattered clothes Smelling like salt water waves and burnt coffee Sounding like hipster blues and sailor language Tasting like pine needles and Jameson Feeling like blistered hands and scraped knees Looking like dirt covered stardust and a sunburnt face Smelling like candy-coated fear and fields of wildflowers Sounding... Continue Reading →
I stared blankly as everyone I ever knew Destroyed their safety nets and climbed bloody up the cliffsides Needed not a reason more than the prospect of experience Desired nothing more than new eyes and skipping hearts Thought of everything and nothing at the same time Dreamed of stars so low they could be found... Continue Reading →