find me here speak to me i want to feel you i need to hear you you are the light that
"Tipped Over The Edge"
These words and phrases and thoughts and sentences pop into my head as I sleep, like a reoccurring sickness that plagues a weakened body. Poignant words, as my friend would say, that are just waiting for the right moment to break forth. A strong speech that, assuming I had the courage, would mark a mind for the rest of everything.
you calm the storms and you give me rest you hold me in your hands you won't let