Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see/ never witnessed father weep/ this old man thought it weak.
They’ll rip apart his flesh/ til all that’s left is glorious bone/ so you’ll bury your own/ too vain/ you saw it unfold/ what you know/ and you claimed all you could hold/ until death did you part from the mess you made.
Frank Ocean - Wiseman [x]
i have promises to keep
and miles to go before i sleep.
and it’s growing