the wondering
the care
is becoming abate.
i just feel like we're waiting.
waiting for the leaves to fall off,
waiting for the moments of disappointment to pass.
all the questions start with why.
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- a moment saved (I'll be this age forever).
- bold as trees.
- a day in doors with a fever.
- in our hands.
- snow flakes past the moon.
- the first snow lands quietly in the wind.
- hitting the cold floors of childhood dreams.
- making mistakes.
- if i could swing from trees...
- tell the mass of people to turn around.
- opening my eyes on a dream (this fantasy is all so...
- subconcious want.
- of course i would miss you by seconds.
- under a purple sky.
- we can't be mad at the seasons when the seasons gi...
- living vicariously through the wind.
- arresting the heart.
- if time could move fast but stay slow.
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