like the fox I run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth I’m surely the luckiest man alive.
there are policemen in the street and angels in the clouds
If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
and love was lightning and remembrance
Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die.
I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.