The Vocalist's Notepad

Something set us off into the wrong direction

But within this particular space

Time starts to slow down.

And all of these patterns never change.

So slow down, because nobody looks at life the same.

And no one was like this ‘til you came along

And reset our dials all wrong.

Giving it another go.

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.

Can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow.