My motto was always "rescue the perishing" but wheni found myself in the roiling depthsit seemed more like every rat for himself, how did i get so off..
i couldn't find the second messagelast night on my phone, but here it islike a bolt of lighteningbeautiful and loving and full of the best medicine a ..
i've been reaching -reaching-the moon is coldthe sun laughsat memy dad crieshot, wet tearsfrom heavenand I wonderif those tears mean guiltor blameor m..
i want towalk throughyour voicei dare notaski can notdial your numberbut i long to wade through wordshear you laugh one more timei am missingyour arms..