When I've said and written as many words as there are to say on an afternoon, I'll see what I saw when I was the size of a bright laugh. That all the world in it's infantile grace is bursting with unexplained light. Even the if the places are nearly shaded from sight.
I never used to see the stars. Before, it was just the moon and the sun. Plain and simple. Before it was just the right and the wrong. Black and white. Now I see the stars tattooed in the intricate patterns in your eyes. I'm at a loss for words when it comes to you. The shades of grey and blue, the pigments of the rainbow and the details in the fabric slowly start to appear before me. Threads coming loose.
The threads make up the fabric. The letters make the words. The intentions make the actions. It's all about the little things. The thoughts resulted from a static cling. Everything will be fine.
2 people singing:
This song always made me sad.
'Everything will be fine' was just said as an end resort, with blind faith that everything was going to be alright.
But no one really knew. It always felt like a lie. A lie that needed to be said.
perhaps it's not a lie. maybe it's a trigger of something wonderful that lies hidden from the naked eyes.
like you said, no one really knows,
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