We’re so eager for healing So eager for perfection So eager we sometimes don’t realize…
Bruised paper
You don’t speak much I can’t tell you why I don’t remember how Seats by…
To have the simple things
Do I want to leave a mark? I honestly never thought about the world after…
Of sad songs
I felt like the motivation was talking down on me Because I couldn’t unfeel things…
Of days of finding myself
It’s our hearts They have these little lamps They are always burning A beacon for…
It’s been ages Ages spent trying to exorcise these demons And now that they’re gone…
Bleeding wood
There’s a tree outside the window where I sit Magic I did not expect this…
Love me silence
It’s so beautiful at dawn when the sun wakes up The colours in the sky…
Love me made up traditions
I wonder what our days will be Thursdays? Tuesdays? All of them? And the words?…