..i can't bring myself to blog, man.
my heart, it weighs a ton,
as if supporting more than one,
while good for more than love,
it can be exhausted like the sun,
still, my heart is like a tree,
it grows both down and up,
blossoming equally,
both toward the core and toward the Son
my heart, it weighs a ton,
as if supporting more than one,
while good for more than love,
it can be exhausted like the sun,
still, my heart is like a tree,
it grows both down and up,
blossoming equally,
both toward the core and toward the Son