Iced mochas, a pocketfull of change, a bucket of clams fresh off the beach for dinner, a new lens, and a complete sense of absolute peace.
The kind of peace where the world stops; just for a little while.

You could go on forever just wondering and wandering.





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When it all ends, where will you be? Oh, and if it helps, I could try. Hard. But lets not forget the many nights spent wistfully blocking it out, forcing yourself to think of something else? Wishing, maybe? The mornings of realizations and past tenses. Things that wouldn't matter to you, wouldn't matter at all. Even if it did shun whatever it was that lead you to believe the things you grew up knowing, I tried. You can ignore it until it eventually makes you realize. You can ignore it even when you know it'll come to you every now and then. Music can help those moments pass, but what happens when your all alone; it breaks you down because you know it's true, nothing can take that away.
I will try to convince you.
And it will all work out, alright?
It will all work out.