some days i don't feel like waking up. but i can hear you tell me to try a little harder. stop standing in my own way. it'll be better today.
it's been so touch-and-go, i don't even know what it's about anymore. so many words. not nearly as many meanings. pretending like i've ever learned anything.
just a time and a place and a name. a wooden frame and a photograph.
the candles have all burned out but the memory remains.
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
some days i don't feel like waking up. but i can hear you tell me to try a little harder. stop standing in my own way. it'll be better today.
it's been so touch-and-go, i don't even know what it's about anymore. so many words. not nearly as many meanings. pretending like i've ever learned anything.
just a time and a place and a name. a wooden frame and a photograph.
the candles have all burned out but the memory remains.
