The Future
It's out there.
And there is so much of it.
There's so much future! What am I going to do with it all?
This prospect is nearly staggering.
Found in Translation: A vectorspace of tangents
tying the world together in stories
It's out there.
And there is so much of it.
There's so much future! What am I going to do with it all?
This prospect is nearly staggering.
Posted by Churaesie at 22:38
Labels: human experiment, pensieve, white feathers and scissors
2 comments:
The next day,
I wanted someone to ask me how I was so that I could wonder aloud whether I was in love. With the future. With everything.
Ryan Cabrera
On The Way Down
Sick and Tired of this world
There's no more air
Trippin' over myself
Goin' nowhere
Waiting
Suffocating
No direction
And I took a dive
And on the way down
I saw you
And you saved me
From myself
And I won't forget
The way you loved me
On the way down
I almost fell right through
But I held onto you
I've been wondering why
It's only me
Have you always been inside
Waiting to breathe
It's alright
Sunlight
On my face
I wake up and yeah, I'm alive
'cause on the way down
I saw you
And you saved me
From myself
And I won't forget
The way you loved me
On the way down
I almost fell right through
But I held onto you
I was so afraid
Of going under
But now
The weight of the world
Feels like nothing, no, nothing
Down, down, down
You're all I wanted
Down, down, down
You're all I needed
Down, down, down
You're all I wanted
You're all I needed
And I won't forget the way you loved me
All that I wanted
All that I needed
On the way down
I saw you
And you saved me
From myself
And I won't forget
The way you loved me
On the way down
I almost fell right through
But I held onto you
Down, down, down
But I held onto you
Down, down, down
But I held onto you
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