its in the frequency.

somewhere down the line, all things will be complete.

life in technicolor.

past all this warm fuzz
i see something beautiful

in five.

through vacant empty hands
you hold what's left of you
and in time, sometime
some way will see you through

so break free from your container
that holds nothing but remorse
and grab what's ahead of you
and spread your lovely chorus

of life.

-harkamal.

all my life.

All my life I’ve been searching for something
Something never comes, never leads to nothing
Nothing satisfies, but I’m getting close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope

holes.

every rip, every tear, every dent
let it shine, shine through.