It Was Hard Not To Be Full

Things That We Have To Really Dare Ourselves To Do Come Quite Naturally To Others.

It Was The Month Of May And There Was Warm Sunshine Dripping Through The Holes Between The Clouds, Like The Sky Was A Broken Blue Bowl And A Child Was Trying To Keep Honey In It.

Still Shaking, In The Pew, I Understood That It Isn't The Dead We Cry For. We Cry For Ourselves, And I Didn't Deserve My Own Pity.

We're Often Told That We Live In A Globalized World, And We Talk About It All The Time, But People Don't Stop To Think About What It Means.

This Thing With Being Lovers, It Isn't Like Being Married.