I want to look at a bridge and see just a bridge.
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 →