Friday, April 24, 2009

This house screams of memories

I came home wanting to listen to a very specific song. Got to my computer started playing it and realized the drums were way too faded. My computer jack that I connect my stereo to is brokst. This is a tragedy. I don't even know how it got brokst. 

with my bloody lips, and your broken arms, we'll turn into one and we'll sing the same song. with my sinking feet and your heavy heart, no don't you start. no don't you start this again.

Times like these you have to try to not get your hopes up. 
The spirit can handle anything but loathes being tried.

I really hope this weekend works out/I'll do whatever I can to make it work

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