Listening to: Everlong, Foo Fighters
Thinking of:
As the silver bird ascends and heads east, carried by thoughts and feelings many still hold dear.
The departure breeds grievience within the one waiting, yet for one giving up is not an option, it's not a start. We return once again to the beginning, the table, the conversation, the ambience the sequence of events that slowly but surely placed us in the hands of our own destiny.
A world kept up by the tension within the membrane lifted by the poles of virtue that keeps this whole empty soul alive. Do burnt bridges assist survivability or perhaps impede it? Love life, live it... so a tear drop screams.
Thinking of:
As the silver bird ascends and heads east, carried by thoughts and feelings many still hold dear.
The departure breeds grievience within the one waiting, yet for one giving up is not an option, it's not a start. We return once again to the beginning, the table, the conversation, the ambience the sequence of events that slowly but surely placed us in the hands of our own destiny.
A world kept up by the tension within the membrane lifted by the poles of virtue that keeps this whole empty soul alive. Do burnt bridges assist survivability or perhaps impede it? Love life, live it... so a tear drop screams.
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