Anberlin called it the end of the road, but I think we all have burning flames in our hearts, whether they retold the story of our friendships, heartbreaks, or loneliness. And so became the last time I would ever see them.
Don’t try to wake me up, even if the sun really does come out tomorrow. Don’t believe anything I say, anymore, in the morn, in the morning.
With downcast eyes, there’s more to living than being alive.