slowly, slowly once again, i find myself not hating love. maybe one day love will come set me free. maybe one day i will let it.

i know there is so much more to be written.
i cant help but turn the page and try to read what isnt yet there.

Jasmine Tern

• is going to end up somewhere.
• is seeing light years of cold, dark, empty space.
• sings along.
• is going back to bed.
• has noticed her teddy looks worried.
• is pressing 'next track'.
• had lunch.
• leaves to come back.
• sits quietly.
• left it somewhere.
• is hearing violins.
• is for once, desiring.
• has fallen through.
• colours between the lines.
• is a facebook status.
  

wake me up, lower the fever
walking in a straight line
set me on fire in the evening
everything will be fine

waking up strong in the morning
walking in a straight line
lately im a desperate believer
but walking in a straight line.

something solid to walk on, something sturdy to grasp,
something steady to lean on, something special to clasp.