One day see the fruits of my labor
Miracle after miracle
How lightly I’ll float by
I’m sure I wouldn’t even recognize
How slow my mind processes
I’ve been keeping my eyes to myself
Can’t see me
Refuse to see
One day I’ll be a shooting star and won’t be able to help but notice.
I won’t even be able to stop; catch a glance or nothing
The collisions will simply be an after thought as I’m smoking a winter spliff
Crust

Love language

Game of life

Safe & sound
Leather numbings
Tip toeing on waters
I’m holy now
Have touched the heavens
Came back lively vessel
I’m home
I’m home
Fate

Empath

Meat

Made of stone


