another night he wears a buried face in between his hands
eyes bearing the mark where dreams were swept with sand
awaiting another chance to arise and bear the fruit of life
same old story of sincerity, truth and self-doubt beneath seeded lies

after a 2.5 hour conversation with cristin i am tired. missed someone who was real, no bullshit. now i wished i didnt accept the position in southern calfornia. dammnit...

now mental reigns/rains:
"another night he wears a buried face in between his hands
eyes bearing the mark where dreams were swept with sand
awaiting another chance to arise and bear the fruit of life
same old story of sincerity, truth and self-doubt beneath seeded lies"