It's more than just
The lust
That tortures us
It's the trust
We both make
That mistake
And we regret it
With every breath we take
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
We see a body
But not a soul
We love a person
But hate at the same time
We wake up with a smile
But we keep problems inside
We read enchanting words
But we live in a chaotic world
We make new friends
But in the future theyre our monsters
We make love
But we feel ***** like wars, afterwards
We follow the lights
But it may lead us to trouble
We fix things
But were not the one who broke it
We eat to feel better
But deep inside you felt heavier
Sometimes we do things, without knowing its consequence and its real meaning.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
That boy has friends just like you
That girl hates her parents, too
The mailman has to feed his kids
His wife is dead
He has no bed
That girl was at a party last night
That's why her hairs a mess
She's in three different fights
And see those circles under her eyes?
Jack Daniels did that to her too
That woman has a therapist
Her husband won't give her a kiss
And all these people need something too
They're all living
Just like you
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC
Every moment.
Every touch.
Every breath.
Everyone.
There are seven billion people on the lonely planet.
Each completely and utterly alone
Only briefly touching each other
Only to seperate again
Everyone is a story
Every face, another tale
Every day, another page
Every step, another word
Seven Billion.
Seven Billion stories simaltaneously being written
Seven Billion Characters.
Seven Billion.
Sonder.
We all are living.
Sonder.
Noun, a realization.
Sonder.
Everyone living a life as vivid and detailed as our own.
Sonder.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
if all I was supposed to be
in your life
was an extra
I would happily pass you
on a street corner
if that meant I was somehow a part of your life
but I am more than that
to you
and you are more than that
to me
we are both heroes
of different epics
striving toward different goals
who have lifted each other up
rather than simply passing each other
on street corners
you didn't just serve me coffee
I didn't just catch your eye
we are more than that
whatever that means
and I love you
it is strange I should say so often
'I love you'
but it is my
constant reminder of
intelligence
superlative ability
and camaraderie
we are neither military men nor animals
we are the rewards of our labor
you of mine
and I of yours
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC