he was being he and I was being I Stopped his world for a second Run from what you love Run from what loves you; It's only nostalgia now and nostalgia is my favorite word. Cleanse my faith of your proud sins and Be human. God, please be human again.
I ask you to show me art. Tear the normal apart. Weary first impressions, I want to see you fall apart. Smeared make-up like smeared paint on the artist hand. Let’s save time and truly start. I have notebooks full of holes. Little do we know until one shows. Their insides spilling out insights. Spark an incent, in a instance, the smoke clears the tense and suspense out of a safe room where your nature can be exposed. A cup containing wine acts like a truth serum. Songs meaning equal same rhythms. Candle light dancing paradigm. Here we will meet on the same page.