Gregory Alan Isakov - Words
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and I wish I could leave my bones and my skin
and float over the tired, tired sea
so that I could see you again

maybe you would leave too
and we’d blindly pass each other
floating over the ocean blue
just to find the warm bed of our lover


More of me.

There are millions of thoughts inside my head, and it is like each thought is actually different person. So, I am very crowded inside.  Sometimes, the thoughts are too powerful and I feel my mind is melting. I tried to express this feeling through pen.

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that moment when someone you spend a lot of time with realizes that they know nothing about you and acts very confused

and you think yeah well you never fucking asked