I remember a time when I was brave, courageous, a time when I was young and fearless.
I'd conquer hills until the became mountains;
I'd run down my street until I turned and ran marathons,
I'd swim with the current until I was strong enough to go against it(more) and fight upstream.
A time when I practiced each letter until they became words; words that turned into stories never heard.
Belting out crackling songs into hairbrushes and combs;
now singing my heart out on a stage with this microphone.
There was a time when I would say "There's no tree too tall."
But now all I can think about is the fall... (less)
There is no tree to tall to block my view. Every leak and every details fits in. It is a beautiful cemetery of words and thoughts and slowly decomposing bodies. Life is ugly, my love, never forget that.
There are words and syllables and curses and insanity. Ever(more) little human is vying to be beautiful, vying to be wanted and needed and loved. It as if every thought in my soul and every word underscore some deep meaning.
What is it though, what is the deeper meaning? That pain is transitory, that it escapes your life...further more, that it imprisons you further and further in the world of debt.
There are the words and the doves and cosmos and the skies. Pickled dreams an weary wishes. Every word you say whispers words into my being and finally, I feel adrift.
The ocean takes me. The waves swirl around me cooing suitors. There is nothing left to do but live honestly or die obediently. I spring for the obedience. King's guard. All that exits beyond this is wordless, nameless squires.
All that exists and all that swirls in my mind's eye era leases the silence and the pain and the heartbreak. Every word leaves me shattered. Yet, every word leads me whole.
Despite the love in my relations, there has been much more love. Love from the fans, love from the music, love from the pain and hurt and joy and bliss.
It is all cyclical and whirs and whirs back and forth. I try to adjust my jacket. I want to weep and break and collapse. There is one runway and I am on it.
There is no tree in the world to keep for you/ No leafy branches, no flailing stems. We will have an official ceremony in France.(less)
There will be no tree too tall not now not ever. But sadly our hero was a quadriplegic squirrel and now every tree was going to be too tall even bigger than its bigger effort. For it there was only one option to wait for the cruel winter to(more) take its life and expect that there is something taller something higher than trees awaiting for a animal that was too beautiful for this world.(less)