I woke up to the sun shining this morning.
[Every time I think of being happy
Once more, my heart rises
So high.]
I'm sick of this winter low, the non-stop feeling of
Pressure on my chest.
Wishes (of being able to close my eyes and
Open them to a new, brightly colored world)
Loom around every corner I travel.

J u s t b e l i e v e a n d y o u ' l l f i n d f a i t h .
Makemebelieve

Timing is everything.

I'd love to tell you I'm perfect.
I really would.
That the songs the birds sing,
The songs you love to hear,
Were written by me. every single note.
But they aren't.
But I can pretend. Can't I?
I want things to seem better, be better.

What I need is somewhere between
My window sill and the
Blinking lights in the distance.
I know it's close to me. Not close enough.
Not close enough.
I know I'll find it soon. I feel it.

Timing is everything.

My hair smells like last summer.
Of warm weather and sunburns,
Feels like water hugging my body.
(Then I smile.)

I like to think nothing is permanent.
That a few years from now, everything that is
Wrong
Now, will be gone. Won't matter.

I just have to believe.
hope.
wait.
For a moment when the weight
Is lifted off my chest.

Timing is everything.



Don't forget it.