Where The Heart Is
They say home is where the heart isand with a heart full of hateIt won’t let you expatriate to a higher state
They say home is where the heart isand with a heart full of hateIt won’t let you expatriate to a higher state
(Reposted from recovery) The blending is taking the starkmaking gray Bold realizations become clouds
The sun went down, and the reflection died with the new moonI don’t know the answers, but they’re going to be inflicted
Blinded by piles of pursued acquisitionsRunning headlong into coming attritionA maze to amaze from the things on which we grazeNo depth, just
Onyx taking what was givena substrate smothered, suffocatedtaking and formingbuilding a shining soul Newly formed and lustrousbecoming a jewel from layers throwna