I woke up this morning. I did it all like everyday. I walked to school this time, and  listened to some music like I do. this was one of those last morings of this year that the sun will shine into my window, when I open my eyes. when I take the first step into the day, that is supposed to be like the last. and it shines, like your mother bringing you breakfast into bed. one of those mornings, you know.

I send radio. I talk in radio. I do something that I never did. I do good. I'm good. I'm fine. I've got worries. and this trouble just shouldnt be mine.

what I mean:

I could feel it go down, with that weel still on the run and the view was a one time thing. we left a wish and it still's out there.Nothing comes undone. like a feeling that binds our organs tight, squeeses and cords. but thats a hidden track, padded by this warm skin of ours, like a curtain that'll never fall. taking part. breathing shifts. leaving this town.