i can't wait for the Good to come.

music:waves goodbye-from first to last
mood:discouraged

there's an ocean out my window

there's beauty in its tears

there's an ocean out my window

and it's crashing in my ears

oh sea you shelter

you dance between my toes

when i feel like i can't move forward

you carry me like a father

don't you just hate it when Reality decides to throw her cold knife into the small of your back? she is deadly accurate and it hurts like bitch. (but no matter your feeble defences, the knife stays embedded and your rosy world is now drenched in crimson.)
the fact of the matter is: i need more hours in a 24-hour day.

the sun filtering through
the lattice of leaves
on the trees leaves
amorphous shapes on the black bitumen.
and the bus is taking far too long.