Here reside both comfort and turmoil,On a continuously flowing stream. IMiss you mostly in…
a double acroustic
Far white contrails scabazure’s sacerdotallength. Journey’s tableauleaves silent distance.
Validating her worth, she checks her reflection
A loving lostLeft with herself.Occasions now whenNone persist but he,Excepting…
You fold yourself in, doing your best, keeping your head above water.
Over and over again you try not to drown.
Until the waves,
There’s a bright of joy in one bit at a time.