Well, I wish I had a parachute, 'cause I'm falling bad for you.
I can see the ground approaching now, but I'm not sure what to do.
I feel like the pinata, won't you take a swing at me.
If you could just crack the shell open,
I think inside you would find something sweet.
Well I hear you like a hunter now, your footsteps in the leaves.
And I would gladly leave my hiding place, yes I'm hoping to be seen.
So let your arrow fly and sing, I'm well within your aim.
Lay your traps for a thousand miles, and please don't let me escape.
Winter came to Omaha, it left us looking like a bride.
A million perfect snowflakes now, and no two are alike.
So it's hard for me imagining, the flaws in this design.
I know debris, it covers everything, and still I am in love with this life.
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I feel late because I missed your last entry. mates of state = amazing. My friend Raashi introduced me to them when she forced me to go live in Austin when we were in high school. I fell in love.
Life is for changing. Never stop.
And never wish for a parachute. Fall as fast as gravity will let you.
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