Would You Care For A Little Drop Of Sky To Keep You Company On Your Travels?

the guitar and his voice and the voice cracks and the straining and all the passion he puts into it and the texture of the song and how happy he looks and and and and

i think that burrowing into my blankets like a little winter rabbit burrows into hills of snow is lovely actually

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sometimes i see someone existing and i just get so happy that they do.

like a warm summer breeze and grass and cat fur and head thrown back in joy.

Lovely people are just my favourite

the original iafiap sounds like the title is true. the world is pointless, everythings fleeting and nothing matters.

the lovejoy version sounds almost mocking of the phrase. lifes not pointless. the little things arent so bad if you look at the bigger picture.

any use i had for my sanity is gone now.

Time to get funky.

i will peel the shine from the stars and give it to you my endless sunlight

imma eat the leaves

munch the crunch

every year around this time i am shocked that its dark at 5pm and i will continue to be…. its so fucking rude of the sun to leave early bitch YOUR SHIFT ISNT OVER

often,

i feel like a lost sailor in a vast expanse of ocean. A tiny dot of an entity, in comparison to the hugeness of the sea. At times, waves toss my small dinghy, water pouring over the sides, soaking me to my bone. I lie gasping for air in the face of such great loss and pain.

Other days I can lay against the side of the ship, hand dangling in the water, and allow myself rest. Soft shoals of sand shimmer far beneath the calming ebb of the waves, lulling me to sleep.

Raising my spyglass to my eye provides little to no insight into the future temperament of the sea.

Sometimes I wish i could delve deep into the waves themselves. Find the tides and currents that I would ride to new destinations. No longer confined to my tiny vessel. No longer at the mercy of that next storm.

I wonder if one day life will allow for more control over my direction. My destination.

I wish to navigate this sea with the adeptness not only of sailors, but of the creatures that live inside it. I want to make this chaos known. As familiar as a home.

But for now i am battered helplessly against walls of water. Tossed from moment to moment, clinging onto my ship for dear life. Praying for the next soft day. Constantly at the mercy of the ocean. Lost without a will of my own.

I grow tired of battling for an inch of direction. Maybe one day I will know this sea better.