Sunday, November 22, 2009

My mind runs. I can never catch it even if I got a head start

My heart thump not from being nervous

Sometimes I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose

So all the while 'til I'm gone make my words important so

If I slip away, if I die today the last thing you remember won't
Be about some apple bottom jeans with the boots with the fur

Baby how I dream of being free since my birth

Cursed but the demons I confronted would disperse

Have you ever heard of some shit so real
Beyond from the heart, from the soul you can feel?

Lyrics: Kid Cudi (The Prayer)

Photos: flickr, weheartit, thedrifterandthegypsy, and

Notes: (RIP) Daul Kim. No one will ever forget you.

1 comment:

  1. This post was amazing and beautiful. I feel free and complete. All bad days are now good.
    Thank you