Images: April 2016

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

I tried to write it down
But I could never find a pen

Dead flowers for the torn apart

You're already
(The voice inside my head)

Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now

Your hand rode the wind out the window of the train

I'd hold your hand when the sky fell apart
And you'd hold my hand if you felt us slipping back into the dark

Gonna get there

A bird caught in the wires
Bleating for help I can't provide
I'm not that big
I hope for the best, but nothing changes
I'm sorry

Life was just happening

They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay

I swear that you don't have to go

There's nothing that I'd take back
But it's hard to say there's nothing I regret

The way I feel is the way I write
Isn't like the thoughts of a man who lies

Colors and promises
How to be brave

What a peculiar state we're in
What a peculiar state we're in

Well, I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak
And they're talking it to me