glog

feel the music in your soul as if it were blood

what a rebel she was, what a hardcore punk, too punk for you, i guess,

i guess i'm suffocating in every last inch of your -ness, should i go insane to recognize your face ? or should i just hope for something to emerge from this awkward silence that was created by your presence? the clowns around you scare my shadows, yet what was once asleep in the wilderness is now awakened by your touch, your crystal eyes, and still your mere presence cause rage in my mind. heal me with your sweet voice that posseses power over my heart, say to me in every moment of caos and confusion that we were destied to be together, that in my state of despair, you're the one who longs to see my face each new day... what more shall i desire than your heart? to complete my soul is to bring joy to this crazy crowd of acrobats, the circus is far from here, but tonight baby i think we can walk, hand in hand, just like the story was meant to go. with and ending as near to perfect as we.