I wanna be your golden goose, I wanna shave my legs for you, I wanna let down all my hair and let you lay in it, spread out all my limbs out and let you lay in it
In the sun we will find our passion. In the sun, we will fin our purpose.' I read that in a sympathy card in a supermarket. It was for a funeral, but I thought it was beautiful.
But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.
The older you get, the more you choose calm over chaos and distance over disrespect. Drama becomes intolerable to you and your peace becomes your ultimate priority. You start surrounding yourself with people who are good for your mental health, heart and soul.
And oh, my love, what was it that I said? I cant help but pull the earth around me to make my bed and, oh my love, what was it that I said? Did I drink too much? Am I losing touch? Did I build a ship to wreck?