it's easy to fall in love with the people that you don't spend time with. you pointed your weapon of choice and gunned down my heart and soul. i was still trying to fix things up inside when i realized that i didn't have to, that it wasn't even real. skin is only beauty deep, or something along those lines. beauty isn't in being really tall or really skinny, like i thought it was. true beauty involves changing guitar strings or falling asleep to your favorite song. it might be passion, or confusion (not in the masses). beauty was left with that person sleeping on your couch. now it's a fantasy at best, the one that puts your daughter to bed at night.
i don't know the right words anymore. i lost them a long time ago. but you do, oh how you do.
on a side note, i am a really happy person lately. i like the whole idea of being given grace for the moment, because a moment can be so many things. i get grace when i mess up the coffee during a show, or even when i am thinking about yelling at the old lady at work. i don't have to walk around with a thousand pounds on my shoulders, because in that moment i am always going to be okay. when i space out during worship, and forget what i'm playing even as i'm in the middle of it, life isn't a disaster. it's a beautiful thing, really.
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aww i really like this.
i like how carefree it is.
it's light but meaningful.
i like your views on the world, kaylee.
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