"well i never pray,
but tonight i'm on my knees yeah.
i need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah.
i let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, i feel free now.
but the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now."
for most of the day i laughed at my mishaps, and there were moments where i felt a bit of better. mochas and walking in the sun, conversations with my best friend, lying on the floor with max talking about trains, and compiling a collection of summer songs. yet somehow, as the night creeps in all still and heavy, the sadness sneaks back in.