hopefully I never slip inside a sky that’s gray


If your heart is broken
Let your heart be broken
Do you know the sunshine
I love you more, I do,
I want to come home to you
It’s what my soul has spoken
Around my throat, I’m choking
Do you know the sunshine?
A pure heart and soul, the treasures I own
Where did you go and how have you grown?
I’m sick in the head in a number of ways
I recommend a psychotherapist to clean up your brain

(Home by Keith Caputo)

photo by Sam

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