The world is getting to me again....
It's this feeling I can't shake.
The anchor in my belly
grounds me here
while I
want to cut it all off
float up to the sky
be covered with clouds
get tangled in sunrays
bathe myself in shades of blue
the stars never looked better,
you never looked better,
I'm coming home back to you.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
I was doomed at birth.
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