December 2009
3 posts
If you’ll be my boat, I’ll be your sea
Depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity
Ebbing and flowing, and pushed by a breeze
I live to make you free
I live to make you free
And you can set sail to the west if you want to
Pass the horizon ‘til I can’t even see you
Far from here, where the beaches are wide
Just leave me your wake to remember you by.
i need to start thinking before i talk.
i always think something bad is happening
when i know theres nothing bad going on
but the more i worry about whatever the problem is
i can make it worse by freaking out about it so much
that it makes whatever the problem is happen.
i don’t know if that makes sense to anyone else reading this
but it makes sense to me..
;-;