a quarter of your laughs
and half of my drum beats
tween your gaze and mine
its just a sullen dream
the bottle with my note reaches the shore
should i let in
a beam of million faces
i can then forgive the most cruel
and rejoice in the delight
of the most beautiful
and half of my drum beats
tween your gaze and mine
its just a sullen dream
What does it take to say 'I feel found' ? I am real with music in my head. I am real when I play. My physical balance speaks the truth. I am real when I sleep. I am real when I write. All talks around me appears dreary and incomplete. I would rather be termed a vagabound with all the comforts. I'm blind, so I don't react. I'm not sure what to make of myself. With just 2 months remaining before the college saga ends, the purpose remains a mystery. A beehive with no honey heh..
Hell with it. 'Never use your brain when you don't react'. The spellcheck continues. Just like honey! Lost in translation
Hell with it. 'Never use your brain when you don't react'. The spellcheck continues. Just like honey! Lost in translation
the bottle with my note reaches the shore
should i let in
a beam of million faces
i can then forgive the most cruel
and rejoice in the delight
of the most beautiful
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