Emptiness is bottomless
When all I pour is hopelessness
Alone, I can only fear
Trying is a helpless plea
If giving up is all I need
To feel my days are done
Righteousness is meaningless
If suffering can steal its bliss
And joy goes down with the sun
I’m not giving up on this life
I’m not giving up on this fight
—”Heartache Is a Cold Place” by A Boy and His Kite
Emphasis | Sleeping at Last
Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed,
Sent to where we live.
But the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard
Is that I don’t have to have the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison
To the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole.
(Source: Spotify)
