This morning I woke up to the sound of my insides aching
it's become the usual
On my way home I'll take some extra laps around the block
Sometimes I don't even feel the cold
Looking for somewhere to throw my stones
Tonight I will lay down with a heavier heart then I have ever experienced
But I think that if it can take a feather off of yours I can learn to be happy
Or be something.
Sometimes I pray that you might know
I know I don't.
I only know what it starting to look and feel like again.
