These are words strung together with no real meaning & with a childish lack of punctuation, in a way it feels so simple like it used to be when we were young. Sunday morning & my voice is gone but my heart is full. Yet this does not mean it is heavy nor hard to carry as it does not burden, but lifts me up & keeps me here a bit like gravity. A contradiction though my body is in a constant struggle between you & the hope I feel its just so easy.
