06.13.15 [38/52] And if my God allows for me to speak again, I only hope I am wiser… (I’ll say nothing at all)

06.14.15
Music/title: My Mouth, My Lips; From Indian Lakes
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“But I can hear all the words spilling over my lips,
And I can taste every lie..”

. .. ….

 

You think you’re okay with it, until everything starts..
And then you’re knee deep in this- This life you’ve made for yourself.
The life you’ve so perfectly crafted out of absolutely nothing- Your own personal utopia..

 
Better than anything, and still never enough.

/ / /

 

One week behind, and the words are falling faster than I can write them..

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