every little thing that comes across my mind...

No more tears.




Hate to be vulnerable in that way. 

If it doesn't work.
Yeah, if it could work...?

All I need is some time again, is it?

but I just don't understand.


Finding,
hoping,
endless finding. 

End up in another process of finding.

Oh that makes me so ready to fly, 

to where I suppose to go,

right?