leftbehindandsour:

(1965) (This song is beautiful but it makes me sad because my mom loved it so much. She died suddenly six years ago, less than a month before my 30th birthday. At least I got almost 30 years with such a wonderful person. She was only 52. Requiescat in pace, mom)

In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty, I want to be
In the warm hold of your loving mind

To feel you all around me
And to take your hand along the sand
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

(via scars-of-hallucination)