Simplicity is the best life is already far too complicated for the ordinary like me to decode I wish we could resolve the riddle before you left or maybe there is no mystery and it is just my shallow mind why do human beings accept the fact that flowers may wither but my mind does not accept the fact that you died?
there’s the kind of sadness we ignore and try to get rid of it by finding new things to do or we find someone to talk to by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation about feeling sad about having any feelings at all and then there’s that kind of sadness that takes over and it consumes any activity we do we know it’s there and there’s no possible way to avoid it so we feed it exactly what it wants it craves the sad music it craves the isolation it craves the anxiousness and the sadness comes storming in it has no manners here we are calling sadness, an “it” when all it is is a feeling that most people call home
How far did I go this time with this impulsive trait of mine so that I had to be locked up? Did I run away from cops, did I not run fast enough, did they take me home handcuffed? Why's my favorite cousin here, what is that that you all fear that I'll do with my own life? I was just trying to have fun, somehow it got out of hand and I almost went to a psych ward.
Fragrant beauty Captured in a field of wildflowers. That grow during the evening of spring. Get caught in the moonlight,with the weeds, Throwing a party that would bring summer Closerer to you and me.😊😊🤗
When I'm in the crowd I can turn the volume way down, Until I can hear the quiet whispering in the ears of silence. Finding conversation in the peace It brings. Telling me what everybody's thinking In between the noises of reality.
Space time Fantasy Reality Consciousness Dreams Love happiness New beginnings
There's a window inside my eyes. looking out. looking for someone to see me through The Otherside of the glass. So I can show them the crack Inside this world That splitting In half.🤔🙄😳
I want to paint you a pitcure With blues and yellows and reds An image for your soul to take in My perception ingrained in your head.
That split second before your lips touch mine I want to transform our feelings into colors And splatter them all over your fears Of how I could ever love another.
But love comes in many forms Different ways and different shades And although he sleeps next to me I still lie awake.
And during the time I lay there Trying to rest my tired mind That place between reality and dreams Thats where I find you everytime.
And if i could just use our colors To cover up the truth Harness our left over innocence Preserve the happiness of our youth
Then maybe we could just sit here Your hand in mine The picture of perfection A work of art that knows no time.