two dollars twenty seven cents
hello prettyflower
thank you for coming.
leaving messages for you because as yet no one is listening and i can be entirely pointless
i wish that i could come with you on the train or something
people shouldn't have to come back alone from things
i always leave my heart at the station and have a cold feeling where it should be, soul-nausea
sometimes it makes for interesting writing
(life being a flight, seers and prophets are airsick)
but anyway i thank you for raining in our lives
i can only think of it like that
the soft holy rain that wakes you in the morning and leaves everything clean, the rain i think comes directly from god
thank you for raining and shining and partaking church silence and sushi and music and indefinable numerous small pleasures. i won't forget.
be fearless for me
thank you for coming.
leaving messages for you because as yet no one is listening and i can be entirely pointless
i wish that i could come with you on the train or something
people shouldn't have to come back alone from things
i always leave my heart at the station and have a cold feeling where it should be, soul-nausea
sometimes it makes for interesting writing
(life being a flight, seers and prophets are airsick)
but anyway i thank you for raining in our lives
i can only think of it like that
the soft holy rain that wakes you in the morning and leaves everything clean, the rain i think comes directly from god
thank you for raining and shining and partaking church silence and sushi and music and indefinable numerous small pleasures. i won't forget.
be fearless for me