And so another journey has come to an end, another moment passed that will not, will not come again, resting in the shade of oak, so it has always been and its true that I'll miss you but I'll see, I'll see you again. Embrace this joy, this pain. Don't miss this chance it will not come again. You mean more than you may ever know. Don't linger where the moss slowly grows

There are so many things I wish I could've said. They might not have changed your mind but sometimes we just need hope alleged. Above the mountain shadow, the sunset dimly glows. The oaks will look down on our heads forever and our dreams will be no more. We should not ever let them go.

I remember those summers that stretched on without end the future called so loudly and the oaks, the oaks were silent then. Silence forever, conversations in my head. Might not have changed your mind but if we'd spoken. Here's what I'd have said:

Embrace this joy, this pain. Don't miss this chance it will not come again. You mean more than you may ever know. Don't linger where the moss slowly grows

I will always love you,

SUBLIME SUBLIME SUBLIME,
trees, kirk, peace, art, wisdom, sushi
summertime, lust, tequilla, affection,
operation ivy, realization, leftover crack
reel big fish, paint, rain, autumn