face the sun
POSTED ON Sunday, March 2, 2014 AT 10:06 PM \\
Yes, this love’s not good enough. 
It’s time to let it go.
Our weary hearts just fall apart. 
I feel it in my bones.

And God knows that it’s hard to find the one,
But in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.

Silently, just walk with me, 
Like any other day.
No sad goodbyes, no tears, no lies, 
Just go our separate ways.

And God knows that it’s hard to find the one.
But in time all the flowers.
Yes, in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.

And God knows that it’s hard to find the one.
But in time all the flowers turn to face the sun.













a week it's been, there are new experiences to behold: 3olé xcountry, training and tests of my limits, genuine conversations, a whole variety of new otherworldly feelings. all to add atop various familiar heartwarming visits to the past. there is a particular feeling, sure enough i am familiar with this. due to my constant suppression of it, i am doubtful it has developed into anything of substance (god hopes not). i am afraid to lose myself, or lose sight and focus of what i want, in which that is all-too-inviting, and possibly something driven by my knack for the impulsive.

crashed relatively early last night and had a long ass sleep that bit a chunk out of my sunday. shan't ruin tonight's potential slumber by burning the oil, so that's that. off to resume the coiling of sad crumply polypeptides.