Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles.

What makes you think you’re something special when you smile.
Child-like yeah, no one understands.
Jack-knife in your sweaty hands.
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years.
You don’t know what it’s like to listen to your fears.
You can talk to me,
If you’re lonely you can talk to me


One day I will learn that I really shouldn't be trying to lift things that are heavier than me. I think that day was yesterday. Ouch.

On a fingernail related note, lately, my pinkies are suffering the worst.


Currently Listening to
Yellow Submarine
by The Beatles