3:43 p.m. - September 10, 2009
Grace
There I was, laying in bed, neurotic. Nothing meant everything, the details meant all, and timeing didn't exist. I never felt a low like this...

Through ether strings, confusion spewed, but I suddenly learned the meaning...is this grace? Who is this face, what is her name? Is this grace?

Forget the past, nevermind the future, right now it's you and me. Right now it's all the things we're meant to be. I just want you to do more than to open your eyes, to see you and me.