I could step out of this sad life like it's an old sorry dress.
Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.
But what if music is what escapes when a heart breaks?
I can't shove the dark out of my way.
When he plays all the flowers swap colors and years and decades and centuries of rain pour back into the sky
The first thing I notice is the sky, so full of blue and the kind of brilliant white clouds that make you ecstatic to have eyes. Nothing can go wrong under this sky.