tear into the falling night fasten the day without a single painful tear push those memories far away fast sinking, the glistening forever sky waning in the dying light trample of feet in tall green grass the soft haze, I love to feel as everything soften elbows swing and air bellow past my ears, like those years I spent listening, misery but now those melodies don't tune with me anymore and hearts pace as this band of youth with stories to tell and shoulders to sleep simply decide to race against the dying day wanting to get away
Thank you, friends, for occupying the numbness and giving me remarkable memories I can cherish forever. Let's just try not to pet the goats again...