heathen, heathen,

i'm not leavennn!

anyway. well, on the way home from angelicas i was thinking about stuff to write for this blog. in the church, being forced to sit through my sisters holy communion ceremony i was thinking about ze blog. on the way home, in the shower, eating breakfast at 1pm, i was thinking about what to write. in the past hour or so i've been thinking about what to write. so i open up the page and click create post, and like water down a drain.. there goes everything i spent the last 7 hours thinking about.

i have everything i want to write about deep in my chest, i can literally feel it all swirl and curl up and around the other, waiting to be converted into tangible form but i just can't do it today, and i don't know why.
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if you'll be my star, i'll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
when i turn jetblack, and you show off your light,
i live to let you shine

you can skyrocket away from me,
and never come back if you
find another galaxy far from here,
with more room to fly
just leave me your stardust to remember you by

if you be my boat, i'll be your sea
a depth of pure blue just to probe curiousity
ebbing and flowing and pushed by the breeze
i live to make you free;

but you can set sail to the west if you want to
and pass the horizon til i cant even see you
far from here where the beaches are wide
just leave me your wake to remember you by.

if you'll be my star, i'll be your sky
you can hide underneath me and come out at night
when i turn jetblack, and you show off your light,
i live to let you shine

but you can skyrocket away from me,
and never come back if you
find another galaxy far from here,
with more room to fly
just leave me your stardust to remember you by

stardust; to remember you by.

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