We're all mad here.

No wonder you're late. Why, this watch is exactly two days slow.

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“I surrendered my beliefs and found myself at the tree of lifeinjecting my story into the veins of leavesonly to find that stories like forestsare subject to seasons”

“I surrendered my beliefs
and found myself at the tree of life
injecting my story into the veins of leaves
only to find that stories like forests
are subject to seasons”

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I’ll be your Emmylou, and I’ll be your June And you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too. You know I’m not asking much of you Just sing, little darling, sing with me.

I’ll be your Emmylou, and I’ll be your June
And you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too.
You know I’m not asking much of you
Just sing, little darling, sing with me.

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We came from a long line of fishermen and whalers and sailors; bearded men with hearts of steel pumping salty Atlantic blood. Our history was etched into our bones like scrimshaw. We left the north and our roots behind to a place more forgiving, where warmth enveloped us like a blanket made of hot, sandy beach. But the tranquility of the Pacific did not match our insides, it could not settle into the rough lines in our bones, and soon we grew restless. The coral that made the place so beautiful also poisoned the land and we could not grow in it. The warm winds whispered, “Stay, stay, stay…” but we had glacial blood and we could not be fooled. We dreamed of swordfish and swells, of icy winds and shaking window panes, of driftwood and fires. We dreamed of sailing until the turquoise was far behind, until deep blue adrenaline filled our veins, until our bodies were shocked awake by the cold.

We came from a long line of fishermen and whalers and sailors; bearded men with hearts of steel pumping salty Atlantic blood. Our history was etched into our bones like scrimshaw. We left the north and our roots behind to a place more forgiving, where warmth enveloped us like a blanket made of hot, sandy beach. But the tranquility of the Pacific did not match our insides, it could not settle into the rough lines in our bones, and soon we grew restless. The coral that made the place so beautiful also poisoned the land and we could not grow in it. The warm winds whispered, “Stay, stay, stay…” but we had glacial blood and we could not be fooled. We dreamed of swordfish and swells, of icy winds and shaking window panes, of driftwood and fires. We dreamed of sailing until the turquoise was far behind, until deep blue adrenaline filled our veins, until our bodies were shocked awake by the cold.

Filed under scrimshaw whalers sailors fishermen

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Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

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I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back The less I give the more I get back Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise I don’t have a choice but I still choose you

I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don’t have a choice but I still choose you

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And these feelings come in seasons; the longing for comfort or the sudden and furious urge for freedom. Sometimes they coexist in opposition, splitting me right down my seam. I am lost and I am found, I am helplessly and hopelessly torn, I am desperately seeking grace.

And these feelings come in seasons; the longing for comfort or the sudden and furious urge for freedom. Sometimes they coexist in opposition, splitting me right down my seam. I am lost and I am found, I am helplessly and hopelessly torn, I am desperately seeking grace.

Filed under torn grace seasons comfort freedom

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I’m not dead just floating Right between the ink of your tattoo In the belly of the beast we turned into I’m not scared just changing Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile You’re my crack of sunlight

I’m not dead just floating
Right between the ink of your tattoo
In the belly of the beast we turned into
I’m not scared just changing
Right beyond the cigarette and the devilish smile
You’re my crack of sunlight

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I’ve created a shell of us and all that we were echoes in my ear like the ocean.
The way nothing can sound like everything

I’ve created a shell of us and all that we were echoes in my ear like the ocean.

The way nothing can sound like everything