I intend to find out what it is that makes some days pulse with calm aquatic echoes. The kind of day where I am only tired, that is all. The kind of day where I cease kicking and listen for the happy slap of my own footsteps.
If I could live here, in this day, where I worked and cooked and washed things. If I could live here stepping easily around love shaped holes and uncertain futures then I am sure it would be alright but chasing me is the imaginary one with a banner spelling respite.
I've got my new shoes on and I filed all my papers, I've got a feeling that it'll take more than the imaginary, with his old sheets tied to broom handles, it'll take more than that. Oh yes.
If I could live here, in this day, where I worked and cooked and washed things. If I could live here stepping easily around love shaped holes and uncertain futures then I am sure it would be alright but chasing me is the imaginary one with a banner spelling respite.
I've got my new shoes on and I filed all my papers, I've got a feeling that it'll take more than the imaginary, with his old sheets tied to broom handles, it'll take more than that. Oh yes.
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