cocktail of pills flutes of smoke run away baby let's just go on a journey, earning our stripes on a journey, to be us in spite of all of the backlash, never returning to the past the fruitful future is sweeter than the blooming flowers stay with me please, just an hour serotonin pumping, my heart jumping out of my chest, kiss you on your neck run away baby run away again into the green, grounded like trees our roots intertwine, your soul is divine run away baby run away with your every time
"Don't run with scissors." "You have to walk before you can run." So many things to teach us. So little time. I'm not a parent. But if there's one thing I would say, It's that "it's OK to fall." Because, if nothing else, Life is repetitive. First, you learn to crawl. Then, you stand. Then, you fall. You stand again. Then you walk, and finally, you run. And just when you think all is going well, Life knocks you down And you find yourself back at square one. Falling will always be painful. But if you can remind yourself "It's OK if I fall," it'll be that much easier To get back up and over the next wall.