Tuesday, August 29, 2006

i pack heat like an oven door.

as i run away from everything i have ever known. just whisper in my ear:
"and the tears come streaming down your face when you lose something you can't replace when you love some one but it goes to waste could it be worse? Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you High up above or down below When you're too in love to let it go But if you never try you'll never know Just what you're worth Lights will guide you home"

so obvious. so much more brilliant than i could ever imagine to be.

be bright and shine. its dark. im sorry ive come so off course.
tell the pilot to clear us to land in your backyard.