If I can't fix them then why do they all come to me, or why do I unintentionally seek them? As fucked up as its got me feeling-Can't figure out just what the deal is. Not quite as easy as this side/that side of the fence.
Fresh ashes on the ground makes me think you've passed through. I know you hate the music I listen to. I feel sick with these thoughts of you. I hope you didn't but I know you did. I can't help but think its as
simple as these two honey bees-Gods work isn't for everyone to understand. On the other hand its presented unto us as a whole. That's just the magic of it. The beauty mostly goes unseen, unfelt of..
We guard as if not wanting to pierce the flesh. When you sit alone in the moment do you weep or cry?.. Either or is fine, just don't keep it bottled up inside. Death is an illusion. Nobody dies.. you must be strong, we've all been fed lies.
Fresh ashes on the ground makes me think you've passed through. I know you hate the music I listen to. I feel sick with these thoughts of you. I hope you didn't but I know you did. I can't help but think its as
simple as these two honey bees-Gods work isn't for everyone to understand. On the other hand its presented unto us as a whole. That's just the magic of it. The beauty mostly goes unseen, unfelt of..
We guard as if not wanting to pierce the flesh. When you sit alone in the moment do you weep or cry?.. Either or is fine, just don't keep it bottled up inside. Death is an illusion. Nobody dies.. you must be strong, we've all been fed lies.