when life gets hard, kind of the way it's hard right now,

i close my eyes.

and for the briefest of moments,

i can remember the warm sun on my back,

with a language that is so beautiful and foreign to me

i am transported to a place where time ceases to exist

&everything was perfect and wonderful

a place that knew no heartache, at least from me

i miss you firenze, i miss you something fierce.

i had fixed all the faults in myself and then called it a night

then you woke me at dawn saying

some of your faults are alright