something like arms.
outstretched.
that first one is an oldy but a goody.
and that last one is just a sweet sound check.
the middle ones are my savior.
the body, the paragraph, the means.
and my sin.
I scrape my face.
with purpose and scissors.
the last one is satisfied.
every thing I've ever wanted.
to tell me whats wrong(s).
Nick Drake was in there somewhere.
thanks.