Concrete and water go together in this city tonight and I'm thinking about those certain things in life that become increasingly unclear to me...
I have such wide eyes for the future, I often lose grip with the present and I commiserate deeply with the past. It seems odd to not dwell with the happenings of your past- history is deeply rooted in the now, so live a long life mirrored with memories of your past.
I've spoken of losing my mind for the sake of my heart- I am tripping now finding out what that really means. I think that the loneliest people in this world are the ones who speak the truth. The ones who are deeply rooted with compassion for life and all of it's facets.
I can write you a million words, words that are family words, words that are deeply rooted in love, the words that were never spoken, the words you were so anxiously awaiting. However the words you so anxiously awaited are the very ones lost, somewhere between my head and my heart.
Trust the words that are spun, locked in a spindle of truth for not everyone loves the one that they hold and not everyone can speak the words they are thinking.
Go the length I've gone to spend just one day loving, oh the length I'd go to spend one day writing. One day writing all those lost words.
What we build has always been bigger than the sum of two. Call it history... call it roots.
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