In Need Of Therapy
In the car, driving home after the rain has washed away all trace of complexities; finally, clarity.
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Sep. 16th, 2008 @ 2:00PM
A house is not a home. Home is where ever one feels warms, safe, and comfortable: airports (preferably departures not arrivals); in cars (broken in and the gas tank at least a quarter empty); the back seats of old buses (empty but for the elderly man in glasses and a fedora reading john banville); gas stations on the lonely stretches of highway in the middle of nowhere.
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Canvas
All your colours permeate me
Waves Collide
More hope than reality.
Tree Speak
What do the trees say when everyones asleep?
Song For You
I think the title does the job perfectly here..
Abode Of Yesteryear
Me and a friend took a trip to a very well worn house.. and that was that..
Let Me Down Easy
Raw.... just like my vocals chords now..
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