This could be a great place to rent but I don’t want to live here.
So, I let the train roll heavy breaking every bond in my once well rooted but now withering body.
These words don’t mean **** when there is no one listening cause I am just an over entitled society fighter who think he is enlightened, but in reality, I am just a coward running as fast as I can.
It has been an hour in-between spent just waiting for my metal chariot. My cup jingles with ice water because I can’t afford the hard liquor that other strangers adore.
Earbuds distract. Loud music plays strange extended chords. The electric vibrations swirl around then wave in and out as the tempo of the drum beats in the background. So loud and strange, it flows faster then the rain that hits the rusted track.
I change trains cause I would rather hit the rails then stay tamed like a well trained house cat. Who never leaves his home.
Sometimes I forget the heart of me; that little boy who dreamed of love and fairness. Sometimes the road darken, the heart is broken, but eventually I come back to the core of me. I am a child of light and love. So come dance the dance of humanity with me, grow and live to see the beauty in truth and our potential. We can be better.
they say that love finds a way but mine hasn't it's in the complete opposite direction is my love not included? is my love the wrong kind? i try and i try is that where i went wrong? so many questions and not enough answers
what does it actually mean? "love finds a way" a way where? a way to what? how does love find anything? is that where I'm wrong again? i have so many questions
how will my love find it's way? to someone else? to someone better? to someone who has love that will find me? what if that love never finds what it is looking for? then what? you find love in yourself? is that where i'm wrong? i have no answers
when this love that is somehow a noun, finds this way of love what then? you live happily ever after? everything goes right from then on? am i wrong? i have so many questions and no answers
This is how I die Not by poison, by blade, by bullet or by fault No big exit, no trumpet, no serenade or fall Just you, yourself, left ingrained in my veins Your absence, your silence, is killing me again.
restless nights of senseless intuition wandering trails of useless fruition binding branches, choke me but it feels good not to breathe somehow it seems I've gotten used to the useless tugging on frayed vines, the ache and sorrow as I try to climb the desolated mountain side.
it's better to feel sad then nothing at all, it's better to try to climb then to let oneself fall.
put on your mask, you're okay. you're fine tonight. you don't need anyone to hold you through the dark nights. just keep grasping through your days, you're alright I'm alright I'm okay *I'm not okay