I yearn for the
ability to make the most mundane moments seem like precious things. a
sort of temporary elixir for this human loneliness. the poetry of
ourselves hidden in double meanings and everyday life....
i write so many songs in my head, but every day i always forget to
put the words down. There was a time, maybe there still is lurking
somewhere, when i used to just want to write for the sake of writing....
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