He shot me down
like I was a kite runner...

Tuesday morning
I drove home from the interstate...

I did not hurt myself today.
This will be one day of many where I will move...

Walking barefoot has never felt this good,
to throw restrictions further...

I thought there would be secrecy
within this stretched out, muggy room...

In life there's friends and enemies,
Friends that you love...

Our life here on this beautiful earth,
Is like a speck of dust in the air...

I still make a lot of mistakes,
Ones that I can't just simply erase...

Dancing is what the trees do,
on a sun-sleepy ocean of inky leaves...

I can’t ease her burden.
I try, but maybe not enough...

Don't worry about me falling behind
becoming a lost artifact nobody remembers...

Cream
candlelight...