Just know, like a winter white snow, you've been forgiven. I know right now that don't mean anything. With your fingers crossed you fall against the ground. I saw it all the day you tried to fly. From a father to his daughter, "My prodigal child, come back to me." From a sinner to his maker, "Your prodigal son, is on his knees. Sweet God, please hold onto me. Sweet God, hold her please, the day she tries to fly. Please hold me the day I try to fly.."-Play It Again Sam! You Don't Have Any Feathers
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire, something that would make me never want another. Something that would make it so nothing mattered, all would be clear then..But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments and then watch it all dissolve in a single second. Try to write it down into a perfect sonnet, one foolish line. Cause that's all that you'll get, you'll have to accept!
-A Perfect Sonnet
