Sunday, July 11, 2010

i will run the streets and hostile lands.
i will touch the rain with all i have.
i will breathe the air, to scream it loud,
my feet will never touch the ground.
because the days they feel, like ancient clocks.
like when kids grow up, and learn to walk.
because your life is full of pure desire;
a place so gloriously wired.


- Angels & Airwaves.



Lately
I've
tried,
And
tried,
And
tried
To Put My Feelings Into Words --



but
i
can't
seem
to
be
able
to
Find
The
Words.


how's that for complicated.

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