So many emotions have shot through my worn exterior. But the thought of you no longer shakes my core Now, you leave me grinning like memories of a loved one passed
Alone on this deck with an empty mind, thought crashed through me. Crashing so hard it molded the clay I see in the mirror Now this is deck is painting my future
If I were on my phone, you’d leave me alone. Nothing seems to be more thought provoking than a person sitting alone in a room doing “nothing” But isn’t that something that we need more of? Doing nothing?
Does the quality or quantity of contemplation determine the threshold necessary for action? Can I plug my emotions into an equation that will animate my feelings for me? After all, I can’t be held responsible for how I feel
People are like clay. We can mold to adapt. We can change how we look, But not what we are made of; And if we are left uncared for We become as hard as rocks, And that's the tragedy of living.