i am very contentedly at peace

is this bliss trip supposed to last so long?

and i feel so crispy clean, salt cusps my skin, and bleaches white in waves

my skin is so thin i can feel everything

i get hurt easily but i dont bruise

and being outside

Used to be the one of the rotten ones

And I liked you for that

Now you're all gone, got your make-up on

And you're not coming back

the moon was a bright and honest eyeball that won every single staring contest with me stumbling and the wind

i got diamonds on the souls of my shoes

blissssssss !

can i tell you you're the purple in me?

I've got a big, big, big, big heartbeat, yeah
I think you are the sweetest thing
I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
I've been having good days
Think we are the right age
To start out own peculiar ways

And my dear, dear, dear Khalana

I talk too much about you

Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through

Lets just talk together

You and me and me and you

Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?

Can I call you just to hear you, would you care?

When I saw you put your purple finger on me

There's a feeling in your bottle

Found your bottle, found your heart

Gives a feeling from your bottled little part

you love i forwards and backwards

oh, death

and that virtue of humankind i thought could keep people from turning against each other in weakness

id rather be an idealist than realist, unless reality keeps slapping me like this

but, death how merciless and consequently merciful your sweeping hands are, to shut those eyes lingering in vague and moistened washes of dark and pain.