Made all the better by the rising sun This shit's just adding up too much Can't quit trying, can't quit crying Can't I rescue this one too? If I have to face this I don't know quite what I'll do
My hands are numb with cold, but I run them under hot water, wring them through and through. I scrape off the black nickel callouses and expose the soft tips of my fingers. I can feel them again now, and they seem strangely sensitive. I will have to build the callous up again, but for now I tear them down.
so! Thanksdiving, eh? How about that. I don't think Luca was too traumatized, but she did end up spending most of her time with people between the ages of 3 and 5. BUT THAT'S COOL BECAUSE SHE CAME ANYWAY, AND ISN'T THAT WHAT THE HOLIDAYS ARE ALL ABOUT? TOGETHERNESS? GUYS?
My heart is heavy The good kind Supersaturated And enamored With colors And forms And all the beautiful things That people forget The things that blend And blur Until everything is brown and shapeless But I find that sometimes What I need Is to get some sleep And look for them With fresh eyes
I always remember that you're one of them when I wake