it’s one of those days when no amount of fuel can get it running
the shadows we cast are just fleeting reminders of where we have been
comfort is likely the thing we pursue the most even more than love
sometimes i wonder how much detail do we need to see the picture
that which we value is not necessarily what’s most important
i can hear the sounds but they don’t make any sense unless i listen
we live in shadows of memories rather than standing on the brick
it’s no longer red and has lost its true purpose i still stopped, quiet
sometimes we just need a subtle mechanism instead of brute force
there are moments when we need to be impolite and let out a roar
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