an appeal for sleep and reason

no other way - jack johnson

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There's still sand in my hair and driftwood in my pockets of my favourite shorts.
And footprints still wind silent paths across our beach, do you ever wonder if you follow them will their owner be waiting at the end? I can never find out because one persons tracks are swollowed by the tide or trampled by others. Do you think somehow we can feel it when our trails are cut off? Or are those emotions left forgotten, far behind on sunshine days in past summertimes..

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We are healing, there's no denying that. But sunshine I think sometimes our healing is bruising and scar tissue, and I don't have the right words to cut that out before our hearts stop. When we go away, I want to send you postcards every wednesday [both our birthdays are on one] that tell you all the things I should have said, and they'll all have a picture of waterfalls or beaches on them [we were always happiest there.] But I don't know if I will ever send them, or if they'll ever carry a return address, maybe they'll lay in a shoebox of photographs I can't look at for heartbreak. Full to the brim of collected shells and god moments. but I like to think that I wont need them, because i'll be able to tell you myself.

when your mind is a mess, so is mine, I can't sleep. 'cause it hurts when I think.
My thoughts aren't at peace with the plans that we make.
Chances we take, they're, not yours and not mine.there's waves that can break,
All the words that we say, & the words that we mean, words can fall short. can't see the unseen,
'Cause the world is awake. for somebody's sake now, please close, your eyes.
Please get some sleep.

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Hello, you are two years gone. i still look for your face wherever i go, mentally bruising myself and pinching my nerves for it.
i shouldn't say i do- then again, i shouldn't still be feeling. I shouldn't still be here – then again. You should have left two years ago. This never would have happened. Better or worse?
I would have been without. So very much. Two years of insanity and confusion, and caring.
I wouldn't be where I am, who I am, alive and real and living and loving and being everything I can and can't be. I ask myself sometimes, if I'm happy this way, and sometimes I'm not. Sometimes I really get sad and hurt and slip. The difference is I can stand and brush the dust off and take it in stride. I can smile and be honest-to-god happy. I didn't get here by myself. But I did. And don't ask me to explain, because I will.
you were so real to me,
i will never forget that
but at times i wish i would.
[& i cry now because it
feels like your already gone]

Well too much silence can be misleading
You're drifting I can hear it in the way that your breathing
We don't really need to find reason
Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving
Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season
Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves
But at least we can sleep, its all that we need
When we wake we will find
Our minds will be free to go to sleep

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i wish more than i love you - that i could save you.
i know i can, please just let me.

you are beautiful, please don't tell me you're not. your heart may be broken, but it is in a thousand of the right places. i need you to pause your breath and tune to my frequency. because i’m throwing my heart on the airwaves and i need you to be alive to hear it. i need you to follow my words even when they’re stumbling, tripping, falling on their face. Because I know you think you don't fit.. but baby we love you.. doesn't that matter more? I want to wrap you in words, give you everything I know, then hold you and tell you no one matters. And kiss your cheeks so you smile and don't cry.
I think I might need you, more then you know.
Take comfort in that.

And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that i'd know