There is this girl that I know.
She dreams in large doses that swallow her up.
She shies away from reality
as consistently as she shies away from me.
She sees the world in black and white,
with paper clouds and dull surroundings
Even when I tell her of all of the colors.
And she always clings to the possibility of love and acceptance,
as if they are the origin of her beating heart.
But still she believes
The world is a big and scary place, waiting to consume her.
That all of the possibilities it holds pressure her to be better, to excel.
She takes the things she has for granted,
and believes that happiness is something that takes an army to achieve,
And she doesn’t have a kingdom.
But how she is wrong,
Her dreams are made up of a gifted imagination that can take her anywhere.
Reality is nothing to fear, nor something to fight.
And the world is her canvas, ready to absorb whatever she desires.
She has nothing to fear,
The world is herbivorous, and feasts on happy endings.
All that’s asked of her is to be sincere and experience happiness,
no matter where that takes her.
But mostly what she doesn’t understand,
Is that she is surrounded by soldiers ready to fulfill their duty.
That love and care for every piece of her,
Honorable or
morose.
And as long as they are there to guide her,
she is invincible.
To live in this beautiful free world,
Is to live in an abode of possibilities.
Were the trees whisper secrets,
bending their skeletal bones to achieve their one desire.
The wind carries life on diverging paths,
Not knowing which direction it is taking till the last possible moment.
Were the sun cakes you with memories,
and allows you to dream of freedom in the most ambiguous ways possible.
Where water carries a current that steals away your troubles,
Carrying them down the winding river frigid with savage desires.
And the rush,
Rush of water is like blood, coursing through your veins and carrying
full responsibility for your parched temptations.
These are things that you never see-
You never appreciate.
Even when these images and feelings and thoughts are POUNDING on your eyelids,
Attempting to find sanctuary in your mind.
Open yourself up, and
Feel the glory of life.
Because the one thing you never do is appreciate the dips and curves and mountains and valleys and
Oceans
Of people.
It contains.
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
There is this girl that I know.
She dreams in large doses that swallow her up.
She shies away from reality
as consistently as she shies away from me.
She sees the world in black and white,
with paper clouds and dull surroundings
Even when I tell her of all of the colors.
And she always clings to the possibility of love and acceptance,
as if they are the origin of her beating heart.
But still she believes
The world is a big and scary place, waiting to consume her.
That all of the possibilities it holds pressure her to be better, to excel.
She takes the things she has for granted,
and believes that happiness is something that takes an army to achieve,
And she doesn’t have a kingdom.
But how she is wrong,
Her dreams are made up of a gifted imagination that can take her anywhere.
Reality is nothing to fear, nor something to fight.
And the world is her canvas, ready to absorb whatever she desires.
She has nothing to fear,
The world is herbivorous, and feasts on happy endings.
All that’s asked of her is to be sincere and experience happiness,
no matter where that takes her.
But mostly what she doesn’t understand,
Is that she is surrounded by soldiers ready to fulfill their duty.
That love and care for every piece of her,
Honorable or
morose.
And as long as they are there to guide her,
she is invincible.
To live in this beautiful free world,
Is to live in an abode of possibilities.
Were the trees whisper secrets,
bending their skeletal bones to achieve their one desire.
The wind carries life on diverging paths,
Not knowing which direction it is taking till the last possible moment.
Were the sun cakes you with memories,
and allows you to dream of freedom in the most ambiguous ways possible.
Where water carries a current that steals away your troubles,
Carrying them down the winding river frigid with savage desires.
And the rush,
Rush of water is like blood, coursing through your veins and carrying
full responsibility for your parched temptations.
These are things that you never see-
You never appreciate.
Even when these images and feelings and thoughts are POUNDING on your eyelids,
Attempting to find sanctuary in your mind.
Open yourself up, and
Feel the glory of life.
Because the one thing you never do is appreciate the dips and curves and mountains and valleys and
Oceans
Of people.
It contains.
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