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Together we lay

naked on your floor

Side by side

As I turned to

Sleep this feeling away

You opened up your heart to me

A chest of hidden treasures

Memories, fears, joy, sorrow

An endless river flowing to me

A parade of colors marching

before my eyes

An explosion of sound

Crashing within my ear

A soft caress

Upon my lips

In the morning

We were amazing

And my shirt smelled

Just like your night skin







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The ocean air on my face

and the wind in your hair

we sang until our throats were raw

And the birds could not have been more liberated

Than we were in that moment

You smiled at me

I swallowed my thoughts

Pushed back tears

And made everything okay

For you.

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With our body heat
and the friction we made
between the sheets
we set the bed on fire.
but our love
kept our bodies safe
the flames
could only kiss
our brows
and its teeth
never did pierce our flesh

Circa Is LOVE

http://www.shockhound.com/videos/972-interview--circa-survive

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As bare and exposed
As the day we were born
We bled out all out thoughts
And cried out all out fears
On the dirty hardwood floor.

feeling like butter spread over too much bread.

dr34m t34m l0v3

IN. LOVEE.

feeling so weak and fragile.

finding hope and strength in music! :]

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.



O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.



My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

life

its a fucking learning process.
i'm working getting to where i need to be.

And I will wear my scars like badges of honor.

yeah.okay.
ill.be.okay.
alright.fine.
ill.be.just.fine.
NO!
im.ready.
to.give.in.and.give.up.
all.hope.has.faded.
im.lost.
in.swirling.cesspool.of.black.and.red.
the.foul.air.
is.tainted.with.such.bitter.despair.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
someone.let.me.out.
someone.save.me.
i.cant.do.this.on.my.own.
i.am.so.tired.of.being.alone.
i.am.so.sick.of.this.lonely.feeling.
okay!okay!
im.not.okay!
you.have.seen.straight.through.me.
alright!alright!
im.not.alright!
you.knew.the.smiles.were.not.real.

So there was this woman and
she was, uh, on an airplane and
she's flying to meet her fiancé
sailing high above the--the largest ocean
on planet earth and she was seated
next to this man who, you know
she had tried to start conversations
an really--really the only thing
she heard him say was to order his bloody mary
and she's sitting there and she's reading
this really arduous magazine article about a
third world country that she couldn't
even pronounce the--the name of and
she's feeling very bored and very despondent
and--and then, uh, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the--the engines gave out
and they started just falling -an- thirty thousand feet
and the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh My God, I'm Sorry"
and apologizing and she looks at the man and she--and she says,
"Where are we going?" and he looks at her and he says,
"We're going to a party, it--it's a birthday party.
It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling.
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."
And then, uh, he starts humming this little tune and--and, uh, it kind of goes like this....

waiting for the storm to pass.
waiting for the skies to clear.
waiting for the sun.

the weight of one thousand lonely thoughts pressing down on my back.
walls closing in.
questioning motives.
full of hate.
unanswered questions.
lost in a fog of uncertainty.
longing for peace.