it's just one of those days. the sun is shining the moon was bright. i was up before the sun rose and it was still just another day. i wait in such expectancy. for what?
an explosion.
look at the stars. look how they shine for you, and all the things you do.
johnny cash was my hero. he knew what rhythm was. he knew what sorrow was. he knew joy.
will the flower bloom? or will it wait for the rising sun? can it flower in darkness? can it thrive in shallow waters?
oh my heart.
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