honor | reverb
06.03.06 : 12:11 "like snow, like gold"
i met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents house. although i didn't know it then, i soon was finding out. oh you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet and hold the earth in place. each time a faucet opens there are words that are spoken. the water runs away and i hear your name. no, nothing has changed.
i will be pure
like snow
there was this book i read and loved. the story of a shop that sailed around the world and found that nothing else exists beyond his own two sails and wooden shell and what is held within. all else is sure to pass, we clutch and grasp, and debate what is truly permenent. but when the wind starts to shift, there is no argument. so now i sing and drink and sleep on floors. and i try hard not to be annoyed by all these people worrying about me. so when i'm suffering through some awful drive, you occasionally cross my mind. it is my hidden hope that you are still among them. are you? oh you are the roots that sleep benath my feet and hold the place. each time a curtain opens the sunlight pours in and a liftime melts away. we share a name on sme picturesque grave.
i thought i had something to say...
my stomach is turning inside of itself.
how can anybody understand?
so i prefer to be remembered as a smiling face and not this fucking wreck that's taken its place.
i originally sat down with the intention of securing all of the changes i hope to make in the upcoming weeks. all of these destructive behaviors i planned to stop, all of these constructive feelings, effective methods of communication,
like gold