don't stop talking on account of me; bars make tingles on the arms. don't know how you can sleep or remain at such a quiet calm. that thumping sounds for miles, and all the while, my thudding heart keeps concealed another shooting star.
out of character home, renovator's delight or needing tlc. a perfect little shanty hut to stay (one day), my ex and folks would likely disagree. but i say, i say - i think it's right for me.
there are going to be many things in life you're scared of, but that's no reason to stop trying. each morning is the start of a new day and all transgressions are forgiven. and the evening closes on another step closer to your destiny.
maybe chasing isolation, only half fancied leaving home last night. in a nutshell, in a one bedroom suite, in a quiet place, they gratefully retreat. then comes the morning which precludes a warm and stolen day. :)
tobogan ride downhill, but the week is over now; swallowed that jagged little pill somehow. yappari~ covet well my own intent: just one of those times you try, but good or bad result, you're just left feeling spent. bored but relieved, the first night of summer's a cool one. yokatta~
tide leaves the shore and things aren't how they looked before. did i fall asleep somewhere and not wake up at all, was it from a distant bed i heard the ocean call? those voices make me paranoid, that little laugh of yours chases me to where i hope to find you. you know, they've always said i run from love, but maybe that's the place i'm running to. forgive me if i take my time and do these things all wrong. i'm still scared if i look away, you won't stay for very long. i'd stop it now, though slowly, that game is getting old (but give me help to put to rest the bad dreams i've been sold). tide leaves the shore; my feet don't match the footprints someone left behind.
