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Cooking with love

Cooking with love

You are the chef, and you are aware of your intensions, you have people to impress. Season me with the flavor of your love, give me sweet satire and ready me for the roast. Treat me tenderly and handle with precision. Flour me up with misconception. Blind me from the truth and once I’ve had my time to soak in the egg wash that gives me a touch of clarity; Bring out your finest cast iron and heat the oil to a temperature as boiling as my blood. Lay me down in the heat, give me a fighting chance. Roll me around so that I finish in a toast. It’s time, I’m ready, cut me up with your sharpest knives and present me on a bed of anguish. You have succeeded… In the recipe for disaster. 

amazing song

give it a listen

From shore to shore and peak to peak

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When you close your eyes and imagine your wildest dreams. What is it that you seek? When the crash sets in and the release sets free, who is it that you will be. In the garden where you burry your sorrows, what will you have to hide? As for me, I am full of regret. But in the very sense of complacency it is this very stigma I find myself enraptured by. If I could envision just for the moment that when we set sail for our destination,can we depend on the fulfillment of our journey be destined by faith an not of ill fortune. But within our best wishes and best of intensions we are able to place not only our hears but our mindset toward this journey. And all the while, ill plan to forgive myself, to regret regets, and stand beside myself when I know that no one is able. The key to moving forward in this journey is about, is trusting yourself and your instincts. Though wherever life will lead you, wether it be by guided light or a sense of willingness to walk the path alone. In the midst of the chaos, find yourself, trust your judgment and you shall not be lead askew.

Lets turn the page

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Build a story with me. Lets reminisce on the past while we escape to the future.

Waist deep in thought

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I’ll watch the night turn light blue. But it’s not the same without you, Because it takes two to whisper quietly,
The silence isn’t so bad, Till I look at my hands and feel sad,
‘Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly.

Hang on

Hang on

“Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting
Silence, this train runs off its tracks
Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?
Hang up, give up, for the life of us we can’t get back…”

I am on your side

Each confession I make
Translates to you as an insult
We must rid ourselves of this habit
I once heard you say you’ve never felt like this before.
Then why am I still fighting you?

But you should know

That I am on your side
Although it may seem useless…
I am on your side

Your hands are bearing one down to the bone
But you’re still holding on me
So I tightened my grip
My god I won’t let you slip
But can you breathe this way?

It’s never felt like this before