3 acessos
White like smoke bleeds into the open air from dimly lit horizons bent on changing your mind toward something more anchored than I could ever be, something more engaging and easier to see.so quiet and calm in the sunlight on a sunday morning is all i expect from growing older and more content with having little of what i wanted and having little of what i have gained.i'll forfeit what i'd like to call to call my home and what little left that i own for a heartfelt apology or a heartfelt war. i guess it's better if you lead us away.stay and celebrate the new year.fall asleep with your conscience right and your eyes set forward.remember those late night stories and every wide-dream that left you singing "o captain, o captain; can i find my way through this night and am i welcome on my way back home?"it's more than shallow water.it's more than fertile land. i remember every miscalculation and every slight of hand.stay and celebrate the new year.