Hemingway-Anchor

[00:02.68]Running out of words. [00:07.40]Writers' block. [00:08.40]Running out of reasons. [00:12.09]These tired eyes seek a place to rest from the down [00:19.91]falls they've witnessed. [00:22.09] [00:23.15]I fought sorrow with these beaten fists. [00:35.59]I've come to learn time won't heal a thing. [00:47.38] [00:51.51]I've cursed the skies, I've cursed the sun, for it's been burning me alive. [00:57.00] [01:33.77]Let the skies open up so the rain can remind me of who I am. [01:43.59]Let the sound of the earth drain the outside world and give shelter to my mind.