turn to chapter one, january ;
live like this world would just be a memory.
you know you'll never catch up ;
all the running will come to a stop.
need a fresh blank page to paint a lavender ;
because for all we know, we're starting over.
there's no way we're ignoring the prologue ;
beside crashing waves, a jog.
i'll be alright, for comfort is bigger and better ;
it'll only hurt at first.
the past might just call for you at your door ;
make you wanna discard this body of yours.
nothing straightens the roots like a burning pain ;
there's nothing like waking up to a headache you can't contain.
i keep rambling on a thought that's just beautiful in my head ;
no amount of screentime can capture what i truly said.
and tomorrow we'll be leaving flowers ;
to souls that live forever.
my throat itching and sore ;
while i keep wanting for more.
a fight breaks out when they thought you were asleep ;
keep quiet, bury it deep.
may you never run out of words ;
rest in times you prefer.
at first you think there's no time ;
there's no distance too far, no deadline.
breathe like a cloud, let it rain ;
wash all the worries out of your brain.
memories on wheels ;
take in what's real.
it's the end of the beginning.
