what a time to be alive
you see me licking my wounds
& I see you creating new ones
what incredible timing
drunk on company, on beer
and the "holiday cheer"
but that's not what it sounds like
we all got pretty ******
it's a surprise I didn't *****
the room kept spinning
it was the holidays, though
and there was certainly cheer
my ears were ringing
oddly enough though, I
accepted it as a blessing
I can't fight against time
time is beautiful in the way it indiscriminately destroys
I'm not one to resist beauty
it's so chaotic and it makes
absolutely no sense at all
but it takes you places
I couldn't find the sea and
beauty led me there
even though life is loss
you get used to it and those
terrible beautiful things
can fill the cracks in your being
if you let them seep through you
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
what a time to be alive
you see me licking my wounds
& I see you creating new ones
what incredible timing
drunk on company, on beer
and the "holiday cheer"
but that's not what it sounds like
we all got pretty ******
it's a surprise I didn't *****
the room kept spinning
it was the holidays, though
and there was certainly cheer
my ears were ringing
oddly enough though, I
accepted it as a blessing
I can't fight against time
time is beautiful in the way it indiscriminately destroys
I'm not one to resist beauty
it's so chaotic and it makes
absolutely no sense at all
but it takes you places
I couldn't find the sea and
beauty led me there
even though life is loss
you get used to it and those
terrible beautiful things
can fill the cracks in your being
if you let them seep through you
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