the bracing is chipping off from the resonating sounds. and the haunts from our old letters have been holding us down. and the calm before is nice but we still have to get through the storms. cause the years leave scars, so many which are never seen. and sometimes we don’t make it out from underneath.
but the time has come to move past. so, let’s travel to forever. you know we’ll learn fast. of course this is crazy but hell, we’re all a little crazy anyway.
now just think as a kid you didn’t worry about insurance or back up plans for your dreams. sand is sand, love is love. not a trap nor hopeless fallacy where the scars and stitches are all that’s seen.
so, hold tight cause this is us embracing the unknown. if our heroes died, we mourn then grow from their seeds. if our ideals collapse. then we’ll re-sew up new seams. cause it is finally time to say and do what we mean.