“Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.”
How you always talk of catching me, but never open up your hands.
I’m not listening for the right words anymore.
..like the blue sky, right before the rain comes crashing through…
We used to lie side by side; I could cover myself in you..
We used to lie, but I am no longer so wide-eyed and full.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map