it won't matter in 100 years

summer's fading fast now, and the leaves are crisp brown from lack of rain

my eyes get teary inside this bubble of heartache every time i close them i see you

and when i open them i see through you

i guess there's nothing to do now but wait... only being in this place and not thinking anymore

i'm tired of arguments and thinking. i just want to exude peacefulness and love instead of fear and neuroticism or whatever it is that makes me feel like a worn out nothing

analog - digital