too many pictures. too many words.
(i'm sorry)
i've got a lot to prove. all the things said to me throughout the years have stained me crystal. i have to show them wrong. i need to follow what i say so one day i can look back and not remember.
and we stood around for a while. who knew so early could predict the late night. we had an idea in mind, the night that should have never happened. and looking back now, i don't believe i regret anything. time spent like this is better off never saying goodbye.
on our way, down the road of golden bonds. we sang to songs we knew in the hopes to reach tonight faster. the sights along the way got stolen with the new camera i stole from school. i had to remember every instance for what it was worth. daylight would come and fade through the trees, while we were still in locked position, driving 65 on a crowded 2 way street.
looking back to all the times we spent on that one rock. one soul provider of some memories. lying there waiting to be picked up. talking about our lives like candy waiting to be eaten. whenever i'm with you, i forget the problems and focus on the hope for a bigger future. a better (and brighter one) knowing you'll be there to bring the light. i can't afford to loose that dream, let alone you.
so, i thank you.
making waves through the city salt
(and there's no sea at all).
so we headed to the church parking lot to get some godweight lifted from our shoulders, and we crossed the streets like feathers and caught the beams ahead of time to look at later. (all good things must change)
now, we cant go in rewind everytime we feel we've made a mistake. otherwise, we would have no set of morals. how would we learn from anything if we didn't have something low enough to base our peaks? how would be know how far we've fallen if we never had the cliff to fall off of? thats why i never want to look back and regret anything i've done. we have our reason, but when i look back i smile. (at least i try to) edit the sad parts and make a better sense of feeling.
we ran into a jesus biker and while at the church, we stole the key to god. one has the case, one has the key. if it wasn't for my memory and lack of respect for religion, i wouldn't have pointed it out. but now we have something to talk about. something to hold against .. well, i don't know. just something.
i wanna stay out all night with you (again). you make my world alright.
we headed back, we said our long goodbyes, but we know it wont be long before we see each other again. a single night to please our senses and even though i wanted to meet up with someone else, i couldn't have been happier knowing i didn't. there's something about the doubt of another and the instant connection of good friends that makes the difference.
the serendipity of the night makes sense now. and the choices we made. and the words we spoke. and the feelings we felt.
we all had a long day.
and we're going home (everythings eventual)
xxxx