Uncommonly comfortable, but still I believe that in time I'll see just whats been weighing down on me.
An unearthy void, collapsed, exposing what was trapped, to release this serendipitous dissent. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_dear_hunter/his_hands_matched_his_tongue.html ]
The smell of smoke, the evening sky was bruised. Belated conversation, saturate anticipation for the answers that simply wont come, but not I, I wont ask. Forget my place amongst the grass. The leaves and the trees remember me and in my na�