or something.

and so it is, another night, another day, the morning breaks with a light heart. take these shoes, take this shirt, take this shirt and make it clean, take this soul, takes this soul and make it sing.

i've found there is a world you can choose to live in and a world you can be a part of.

take these hands, take this mouth, take this mouth and make it speak a real word....

i've seen a morning break in a different light, a dawn that is arriving without fully coming in. i've been a fly on the wall, and a participator in the rights of life, the ideas that separate and bring together.

it's like summer camp on this thing. but real moments permeate the entire ordeal. so take this city and this city should be shining on a hill.

it's easy to release control of that which feels so impermeable. but take this heart, and make it break. it's an odd thing to be away from your home, your life... nothing is real, but you want everything to be real. you have conversations that are bigger and grander than ever. you have thoughts which hold no real roots, you have moments that will never be repeated.

but i find it is all real, and life is only true for that which you make it. the frailty of moments suddenly passes by when the structure that you find them in is gone. the true blues of a darkness seep through and then tastes can be what they are meant to be. why leave this place. maybe we all know. what a wild ride, what a wild ride it always is.

sorry this is so melodramatic.

please make fun.