stroke her hair gently as her breaths become softer. kiss on the nose before she no longer can feel. her eyes become droopy and she quickly grows sleepy. down to a slumber she’ll never return. hold her still tighter as if you can keep her from falling. falling further down into slumber she goes. limp in your arms as power she loses. fleeting her strength she collapses below. her chest rises slowly, drawing last bits of air. close her eyes gently, softly with care. good night sweet friend.
abruptly she goes.
personally prefer the dougie, but I don’t mind this. just sayin’
RUN
7 miles. 7 miles up hills, through trails and on the pavement. I am in no way shape or form an avid runner but I’ve grown to appreciate running for it’s honesty. There is a brutal and beautiful honesty to running. You can’t cheat running, there are no shortcuts, it’s you, the road and a test of your mental facilities. Never mind the physical part, it’s the mental you have to conquer. It’s truthful in the sense you can’t get to mile 7 without first running through mile 1, 2, 3…etc. All the alcohol, the cheesesteaks, the cigarettes that you told yourself were ok the night before are now back to take it’s toll on your soul’s vessel. You can’t hide that shit from running, because no matter what happens it’ll come out when you pound the pavement, through sweat and exhaustion. The pain will reside in your side, your heart will pound, diaphragm will become exhausted and your breaths shortened. Sweat runs down your forehead, into your eyes and sticks to you to remind you of your every sin and all your guilty indulgence. You keep form or you run the risk of expending energy you can’t afford to lose. You can’t lie to it, it sees you for what you are. The beauty is it accepts you for those things and in return for confessing your transgressions it sculpts you. Focus’s the mind, heightens the endorphin level, improves the chassy. It gives you in return what you’ve given it. Running may be the most honest relationship I have.
I love, love, love when I know you can’t love, love, love
Babe, just say you miss me, is it that hard?
Too long since I’ve heard about our love
Am I in this by myself? Hey yeah
With rose colored lenses on my store bought frames
To see something other than these blues and grays
I need something different, hey yeah, yeah, yeah
Cause you ain’t feeling the same
Who knows, maybe I’m crazy, that’s one big maybe
But even a fool knows when it’s gold, gold, gold
I know pyrite from 24 karat, yeah
Cubic’s from genuine diamond, yeah
A call from the woman who loves you and hello from a friend
I know when it’s real, I know how to tell
I know the difference between what you say and how you feel
Oh, oh I know when it’s real
Oh, I can tell the difference every time that you call
But I don’t need a drink I need some time in my car
Time to drive and think, time to park and cry
You shoulda known you were beautiful
You shoulda known what I saw in you, yeah
Please forgive me for feeling like it’s all your fault
A heavy heart can’t carry blame for the loss
You might not notice but I’m a man with pride
And this hurts me baby deep down, deep down
I can’t let go of this, gotta know I tried
It’s pathetic baby don’t lie, don’t lie
I’m a candle, you’re the sun
And you’re burning baby, you’re burning baby
Burning up, burning up
Burning up, burning up, burning up, yeah
Pyrite from 24 karat yeah
Cubic’s from genuine diamond yeah
A call from the woman who loves you
And hello from a friend
We’ll never be more than friends
We’ll never be..
