Lost and Fawns.

[lostandfawns]

I close my eyes and it's light that I see.

[lostandfawns]

Because I'm living on a dream, everybody's a machine

[lostandfawns]

The night is beautiful The stars are brighter than ever And yet I stand here all alone Watching the waves crashing Oh, you lift me higher Without you the sky's on fire And it burns and it turns My heart to ashess For I won't bear to not share the night

[lostandfawns]

Imagine if the life that you thought you shared Wasn’t really there. It was made up in your mind, Could be anyone/anywhere, ‘Cause you’d been living in a world of your own design, undermined, In another place other space in time..

[lostandfawns]

Wanderer

All things pass and stay forever, yet we pass eternally, drawing footpaths in our passing, footpaths on the restless sea. Never have I aimed for glory, nor to leave my song, my story in the people's heart and mind. I have loved my worlds appeasing, subtly fleeting, gently pleasing, all with bubbles of a kind. How I like to watch them topping, glowing out of o ev'ry hue, soaring up toward the blue, then abruptly trembling, popping. Never have I aimed for glory... Wanderer, it is your footprints winding down, and nothing more; wanderer, no roads lie waiting, roads you make as you explore. Step by step your road is charted, and behind your turning head lies complete the path you've trodden, not again for you to tread. Wanderer, there are no roadways, only wakes upon the sea... So long ago now, in times of yore, here where the woods now are clad in brambles, clamored a poet, ever so sore: 'Wanderer, there are no roadways, roads you make as you explore...' Verse by verse, blow after blow... Dead is the poet, far from this shore. The clay of strange lands is where he's resting. As he was leaving, teardrops he bore. 'Wanderer, there are no roadways, roads you make as you explore...' Verse by verse, blow after blow... When even finches tweedle no more. When ev'ry poet is but a pilgrim. When no one listens as you implore. 'Wanderer, there are no roadways, roads you make as you explore...' Verse by verse, blow after blow. Antonio Machado (1875-1939) (Translated by Paul Abucean)

[lostandfawns]

You are light. Sometimes, you shine so brightly, I must look away. But, even so, is it still okay if I stay at your side?

Killua | HxH

[carleatoire]

[lostandfawns]

Now and then I can see the truth above the lies Now and then I feel you're truly anesthetized That's why

[lostandfawns]

[lostandfawns]

YUM.

[lostandfawns]

"If you want it babe, just come on over"

[lostandfawns]

[lostandfawns]

P.S: They get along really well.

[lostandfawns]

The clouds hold A storm over this road You’re dreaming Or at least you’ve got your eyes closed And this dormant love you’ve built inside your stubborn ways, Well its begging now, for air Of the silent breath of change As these waves crash against the highway cliffs I’m so scared they’ll flood me where I sit Well the roads, they change to waterways They never carry home You pull back and you angle towards the window Now the rain is crashing down, And oh my god, you’re beautiful And i’m so unsighted, still I pray you’ll hold back your escape Yeah we still got time And in my mind these bends could be steered straight As these waves crash against the highway cliffs, I’m so scared they’ll flood me where i sit Well the roads, they change to waterways They never carry home Well, I’m sorry for the things I had to say And I’m sorry i pushed your hand away from the radio I pushed your hand away from the radio I should have just let it go…

[lostandfawns]

Sometimes I feel like a restless melody.

[lostandfawns]

Pick it up, pick it all up / And start again. You've got a second chance / you could go home. Escape it all. It's just irrelevant.

[lostandfawns]

Oh if you knew what it meant to me, Anywhere but here..