isn't it two words--maybe a phrase
well this is the most beautiful song
i'm tired
and cocteau twin's is an easy cry
the harmonies break something inside me, like an enzyme or catalyst maybe
i'm going to start using this more, because my friend is taking a hiatus from t-u-m-b-l-r, and I myself?
from people in general,
my dad said, "you know what's weird?"
I stared back getting a glass of water
he continued, "that even the people that really care in some way are actually worrying about themselves, as the people who only give a thought to themselves do too."
I laughed, he righted, I didn't write it down, until now, if this counts.
rushing into life, rushing into generalizations, rushing into dad advice, not rushing into anyone else
and right now it's annoying to admit, but it's easier for me to talk to the people i admire from far away, it's not even a matter of distance, it's a matter of disappointment, because that takes time, and leads up, like 1+1+1+1+1= 1^to the fifth power but it also equals 1, and that's how I feel after the disappointment,
maybe joan baez is better at describing it in "I still miss someone"
still is the most important word in that sentence
sorry tired narrative, "I wonder if she's sorry"
also I'm sad to admit, I only know joan baez by her covers of bob dylan's ones...honestly she sang them better, no offence though.
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