its a learning curve, a night, two hearts, a god who wont let me go. its all that shimmers. its revival. new beginings. watch us soar..
........
i am sorry if i am not what you expected.
i will always spend too much time wandering the aisle of book stores because i never feel more alive than when i am running a finger down paper spines. i will always be ten minutes late, two octaves higher than pleasing, incoherent, hopeless, unrealistic and reckless. i will always waste your time, waste my breath, waste everything.
i’m sorry, but i will always run barefoot.
and i will always see an amber sea of freedom, not corporate paychecks.
i can’t be anything else but what i am.
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