Here is my heart and here is my soul poured onto pages that nobody knows. Nobody's read them and nobody will. My mind, though so restless, must remain still.
Sometimes I want to tell the people around me to shut the **** up So that I can listen to the voices in my head But sometimes I'd like to tell the voices in my head to shut the **** up too And simply enjoy the silence instead
I like simple things. Walking Breathing Talking I don't like simple things that turn into compex things. Sprinting Hyperventilating Arguing I have a hard time focusing on simplicity when it all changes into complexity without warning.