I miss the days of pure relaxation before heading into a busy week
such a placid mind of complacency
nothing but placenscy
no words in vein
just more faces with no names
a place of your own
a place you call home
believing in the art of a telephone
heal the critics
but most importantly, heal yourself
never neglecting the words you feel on the inside that you convey to the out
sometimes I can be such a recluse
at the moment it feels like the right thing to do
just a bit of silence
not as if your trying to form some sort of alliance
only one where distance combines the combative reactions of peoples hearts
