The wildness called out to me. I wished to set sail and never return. For it had all burned. I was lost at sea. Alone I live and alone I breathe. But it did not take me. I was drowning, drowning,. A water grave for souls turned back. Set sail on the open seas. Floating on an ocean breeze.

In The Bliss Of Broken Dreams. And after a lot of playing around at that park, I would lie down on the grass with Nana beside me. That feeling was quite a beautiful one too. To just find pleasure in staring at freedom, lost in the idea of it. Staring at those birds used to please me in that rare and beautiful way. And all of it just com.

There is a fire inside of this heart and a riot about to explode into flames. You worshipped him, darling. And it was a college night. I was 7 and I believed them.

She ached for words of longing. For him to say what she exactly needed to hear. She hoped sometime he would sound like something out of a love story. For the sound of sweet nothings to touch her ears. And melt her down to warm fuzzy feels. She saw them together in the posters of romantic films. She saw them taking walks in the rain. She saw him be a gentleman on a perfect date. She couldnt get any farther from reality.