Unlike him I broke the silence in and he just laughs and leaves. I keep the weight of the words to keep the words dark, He lets go at the end of the day.
He drifted open shoulders throughout his life, 's lightness and applause of light. I have questions, steps, and rethinking on my back.
He speaks at Sparks. Sparks immediately turns his attention to the joker . I will talk at the break.
He forgets, but he must not forget that. The moment of is blurred and pushed aside. But I remember every fragment - all echoes, every lie.
In contrast to him, I can't do it that way Everything is always okay. He is bleeding between all the painted lines I build a crippling wall.
He maintains the option , how he doesn't feel what he's carrying. But I- I love like a storm and fire, nothing is held, nothing sealed.
I stay in the late moments, and He sleeps through all serious thoughts. I am made out of questions, dreams, silence, He is comforted that he is not. And that's the last difference, cracks that separate our core - He continues to slide to slide to slide to slide I live to give, give, increase. So, no, I don't like it. do not have. It's not the way I talk or move. , but despite him cracking and weathering, I am completely - and I have nothing to prove.