i'll be thinking about everything else in the worldthen my train of thoughtturns as it always doesto you.the next thing that i knowmy music isn't good..
Someday,there will bea pot of goldat the endof this blindingrainbow.Eventually,every little pieceof this crazy puzzlewill fallbeautifullyand seamlessl..
that last bit of shimmering hopelike the first light of dawnor like the lat light of dusk,which one specifically, though,i am still unsure.perhaps it ..