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do you have a ship and a dozen able men that maybe you could lend me?

"But now, Lord, what do I look for?
My hope is in you.

I'll die happy the day
all the lights turn red
(and no one runs them.)

The day the trees
all pack their things and
swim back to Antarctica,
where they're from.

I'll be happy the day
the grass pokes its head
up through the asphalt.

The day the ocean
up and swallows California whole.

The string around my finger broke
but I remember,
I

reading old emails is a bad idea
the string around my finger broke

Oh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain...
I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means.

im broken but im breathing and if thats not enough then it never will be.

i am broken.

to be sung during the ending of the world
(at a leisurely pace, as implication that you have more important things to concern yourself with)the clock is blinking eights from its eyes ( Read more... )

sometimes i cant help but wonder what it is that makes the stars so afraid of city lights.
what is it that goes on in cities that makes them retreat to the wilderness?
what is it that we do that offends them so much that they deprive us of their brilliant presence?

i hope its nothing i did.