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a toast
your arms like candy around me at nightdown the street I see the lights I thought the time was running by my mind was running on timeI thought I knew what I wantedI thought my love for you,was something truebut I was runniN
sitting in front of a familiar door and feeling nothingit’s interesting because I used to feel-feel it every day
hey babe I’ll be out –opening doors for myselfand finding new beautyto be grateful for
the objective is to continueto look back and discoverthat I have been many peoplein one lifeto understand that changeis possible Spanish version: cambio es posible el objetivo es continuarmirar atrás y descubrirque he sido mucha genteen una vidapara entender que el cambioes posible
somehow we’re carried along in and out of situations in different places between multiple characters of things and people.all along we are left imprints and leave imprints —know answers or know nothing.
feeling and it feels goodwhen the season of the airchanges with the season of my life feeling beautiful
there was a faint knock on the bedroom door that crept up the wall, inside my ears, and into my dream.the knock raddled the door making noises and it felt so real,with the presence of you screaming at me in my dream. again, the knock hit rising louder and my head turned the pillowi suddenly woke up and opened my eyes, widelooking at the … Read More noises circa ’16
write something real i told myselfwrite something people understand something they can relate to but is my rhythm not realis being misunderstood not the realest i could get to being human, to being merelation is chosenis it not?