I started looking, and the bubble burst.
the truth is… I miss you.
...you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie…
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
Things left alone are never fine
...know that you are loved.
Pictures and photographs, memories and windows,
goodbyes and epitaphs, heartbreaks and hellos…
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
Wes: Would you like an aspirin?
David: You got one?
Wes: No.
dreams can tell a lifetime, frame by frame the times you’ve seen, as they slowly slip your mind..
You’re at my fingertips, just out of reach…
I don’t want to believe.
Grow old along with me… two branches on one tree.
...world without end…
It all matters. It all fits together.
...>>…considering the weight of the bricks I laid, now that I’m through..
One by one, sealed every crack that I could slip between to find my way back…
you can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away..
The heavy weight of promises made, if I could exonerate, I might just lift off today.
You can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away.
If you want to build a ship, don’t drum up people together to collect wood and don’t assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.
Holding your hands over your eyes does not mean that other people cannot see you.
“No steam or gas ever drives anything until it is confined. No Niagara is ever turned into light and power until it is tunneled. No life ever grows until it is focused, dedicated, disciplined.”
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