minimalism

Can't you see what you've done to my heart
and soul?
It's just a wasteland now.

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Friday July 9th

My brain is fried from lack of sleep. I've been working 12 hour shifts for about a month now and it's really getting to me. I took this assignment cause I needed my weekends free for a while, but thing is I'm too fucking tired to actually do the things I want to do. I'm trying to get to Boston tomorrow for Bailey's Cabaret night, but I just don't know if I'll be able to do it. Depends on whether or not I get a nap at work tonight. We shall see.


This is a shout out: Glassheart, I miss you.
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July 11

If time is my vessel
Then learning to love
Might be my way back to sea
If flying the middle
But turning above
These are just ways to be seen

We all get paid
Will some get faith before they die?
But to stars we will navigate
Through the holes in your eyes

How many days will it take to end?
How many ways to reach your hand?
Oh
You and I

Oh, so swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
You move with me, I'll treat you right
May our bodies remain

There is love to be made
So just stay here for this while
Perhaps heartstrings resuscitate
The fading sounds of your life?

How many days will it take to mend?
how many ways to reach your hand?
Oh
You and I

Oh, so swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
As deeply move I'll feed you light
Baby, our bodies remain
In history, I'll treat you right maybe
I'm honest that way, hey!

Oh, so swoon baby starry nights
May our bodies remain
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I want to get married.