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Death is promised to the bee who's sting protects the colony.
Was it's life worth nothing more than honey for the queen?
Life is a branch and it is a dove, handcrafted by confusing love.
Sign language is our reply, when church beels make no sound.
In hollow towers and empty hives, we craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
Was it all just a grain of sand in and hourglass?
The smartest thing i've ever learned is that i don't have all the answers,
just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows,
a speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.
Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.
It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
It puts an unwanted emphasis on how we should have lived.
Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed, sent to where we live.
But the sweetest thing i've ever heard is that i don't have to have the answers,
just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows,
a speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.
- Album:
- Atlas: Senses
- Christmas Collection 2015
- Atlas: Oceans
- Atlas: Land (EP)
- Covers, Vol. 1
- Atlas: Darkness
- Atlas: Light
- Atlas: Space 1 (EP)
- Atlas: Space 2 (EP)
- Yearbook - August (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Yearbook - May (EP)
- Yearbook - November (EP)
- Yearbook - December (EP)
- Yearbook - January (EP)
- Yearbook - February (EP)
- Yearbook - March (EP)
- Yearbook - April (EP)
- Non-Album Releases
- Atlas: Smell