There is a distinct line between lying and hiding.
Draw that line with a permanent marker please.





Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order's tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different "kind"
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?







Wonderful.
Tragic.

Happy Birthday.
I have a present for you, but it is here, and it is here.
It is here.

It's a song. It's a voice.
It's something noone will ever get out from me.
If you knew all these are for you,
These words.
These thoughts.
Morbid. But,
But.
They are mine. And never have I gave them up.
But now I give them to you.
Happy Birthday.





You have tried your best. It's okay. I know you must have had heard of this many times here and there, but it is okay. You did your best. Even if you felt you didn't, you did.



Slowly getting back to my old self. It's not the best self, but it's a self I'm willing to take a risk.










They say if you take a leap of faith, everything will turn out to be fine.
I am leaping gently now, still waiting for faith to take me higher off the ground.