So much thought, and way too **** fast.
Frustration ebbs and flows like the tide.
It's never over, but it never lasts.
I try my best to enjoy the ride.
Give it all you've got my boy 'o!
Keep your nose to the old grind stone.
Pull up the shades! Let in the light!
Don't talk so loud. Shut the hell up!
What are you doing with that shadow?
Don't sweat it. You're still here.
We just can't see you when your eyes are closed.
Another day ends. The night draws near.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
So much thought, and way too **** fast.
Frustration ebbs and flows like the tide.
It's never over, but it never lasts.
I try my best to enjoy the ride.
Give it all you've got my boy 'o!
Keep your nose to the old grind stone.
Pull up the shades! Let in the light!
Don't talk so loud. Shut the hell up!
What are you doing with that shadow?
Don't sweat it. You're still here.
We just can't see you when your eyes are closed.
Another day ends. The night draws near.
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