I really was a writer, once. I miss it. I have a manuscript on my desktop that I've been ignoring, I pretty good one, that I'm just too scared to write because I'm afraid I'll ruin another good idea.
PS, track 3, The Tide by the Spill Canvas; while Cassidy Cook's rendition is way better vocally, the lyrics and the way the guy sings it makes me want to scream and cry and run into the ocean simultaneously. I can't pinpoint why, but it makes me all shook up inside.
the real deal
"I do what I can wherever I end up, to keep giving my good love, and spreading it around"
Amelia Bartlett, 18; performer, creator, student, optimist. Open-minded and looking to expand.
the real deal
"I do what I can wherever I end up, to keep giving my good love, and spreading it around"
Amelia Bartlett, 18; performer, creator, student, optimist. Open-minded and looking to expand.
can't sit still
"Though I may be going down, I'm taking flame over burning out"
Everyone who has ever come into my life, taught me a lesson, then got swept up by the sands of time, I thank you. To everyone who came into my life and stayed to learn, I adore you. To the one person who decides they want to give and take forever, I'll love you.
what you may have missed
"Transistor, tape recorder, tell me about everything that I've lost. I know you've got it all stored somewhere, at least I'm keeping my fingers crossed.