I've chosen you in silenceAnd I choose you now in noise;With a brush of pillow whispersAnd the shouts of drunken boys.When you've got nothing but your..
Sadness will curve your bonesAnd stoop you over, killThat inch more of height you hopedFor, weigh on your shouldersLike a metaphor - always soHeavy.Sa..
It's a lot easier to read when it's set t the music I'm writing, but for now, this is a song about wanderlust, what pushes one into it, and its detrim..
Some people die once. Some people think only readers or actors die more than once. But most people die a thousand times before their heart stops beati..