is this my PROMISED LAND(!)? or will this be THE KNIFE in my side?

I'm going away,

but only for a little while.

question:

why?

expansion on question:

is it the spark of the fire to move, to go away?

or do I really want this, even?

will I be better or worse for this?

will it matter?

later the song will follow this.  it's funny how things come at you in pairs, first something that strikes us as minutia, and then something that reminds us how little in life is really little.  or maybe how little in life isn't little. 

"shit matters.  even if we can't figure it out.  even if our days are ruled by devils."

cass(idy) j(arret) d(avid)-w(eber)

thank you, Jamie, for finding this.

xoxo,

cass

o amor espalhou distante

hold my hand over the world
& promise you'll never let go
here i am over these photo's
thinking of things only you & I would know

& i still havent seen the ocean
but still need to breath

stop life
your moving to fast
i cant keep up with your evil plans
as i lay here i am pulled apart
how can things end when their about to start??

& i still haven't seen the ocean
or your body next to me
& i still havn't seen the ocean
but i dont care if i cant breath

-mylEs