Current mood:	chipper
Current music:	SDRE!

Mending slowly, all wounds, this is the burdon of a sunken child.
A look to heaven, to see again. hes buried. completes the stone heart of an angry son, an angry son whos done his swallowing, his memories are bitten pills, so many bitten pills that hes collected, and all he has is broken ground. he now moves on.
This ground so unsettled, so endlessly unsettled.
...on the way to the sunken earth, and still he moves on.

This is earth, for he has moved on and collected, settled to his own liking, and still he moves on.

A voice in the back of his head reminding him that this is stolen, that this is not his
all these moments, all these precious times spent, moments in gravity.
all this anxious waiting, all this time spent waiting.
all this pain that you know, all this time spent moving, all this pain that you will ever know.

Though he is living, silently in moments, and forgiving relevance... it is in his heart he is holding and callingg behind sadness of empty fields. It is in these moments of time well spent...in these moments of gravity, this time well spent, a look to heaven, sighing tears of angel's in the night sky...

racing, racing, yelling softly, "This is the moment, this is the moment!"
A look to heaven, sighing tears of angel's in the night sky, this is the moment.

Holding moments and forgiving relevance...it is in his heart he is holding and calling behind sadness of empty fields. all these moments of time, time well spent.

Behind tired eyes, behind tired eyes he is waiting and knowing of our destinies.

we call him the angry son.

this is about me

I am the angry son.