words

There's no end,
There's no glory,
There's a slow resounding story.
There's no place to feel certain,
There's nobody waiting for me.
There's no stand of trees,
No morning,
There's a curve without a warning.
There's a weird and lasting sadness,
There's no large or lengthy warming.
There's no heat,
There's no expansion.
There's no door into the mansion.
Lengthy warming,
Sweet removal,
Sweet expanse,
Sweetly substantial.
There's no flesh,
There's no fingers,
In my head, I see a tunnel.
We built the walls tall and solid,
Between the treasure and the shovel.
I see in.
I see a fountain,
There's a trail over the mountain.
There's no wayside, there's no stopping
And the peak is wide and rocky.
There's no ceiling in the mansion.
No waste, no hesitation.
There's no crack of dawn,
No morning,
Just an everlasting warming

mei hua/while my guitar gently weeps

me and paul teach guitar and tonight we had a performance at the sold out barklay theatre (sounds fancy but idk). We played two songs for like 1000 chinese people for the chinese new year celebration. (!!^_*)



i know its been a while sweetheart we hardly talk i was doin my thang



i know it was bad baby ayebabe lately you've been on my brain



and if somebody wouldve told me a month ago frontin yo i wouldn't wanna know



if somebody woulda told me a year ago itd go get this difficult



my boy always on my left




random class before us


class picture



im proud of my class, everyone did a great job at the performance! (idk if any of you will ever read this, I LOVE YOU ALL!)

David