Coming back to reality is like
swimming in an ocean
knowing that your going to drown
A slap in the face without anyone to comfort you
or having the will to fight back
Having friends but only in pieces of your life
Enjoying there time with you but you know it never last
as long as you want it to
Holding on to them until there time is up
Then
all you want to do is climb back into your dreams
and keep swimming in your ocean
knowing that you will be saved
some day
Being able to fly
knowing that they will be there flying beside you
Stopping time
and filling the cracks in your life that keep breaking
your happiness apart
But in the end
reality is always calling whether we want it to
or
not
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
Coming back to reality is like
swimming in an ocean
knowing that your going to drown
A slap in the face without anyone to comfort you
or having the will to fight back
Having friends but only in pieces of your life
Enjoying there time with you but you know it never last
as long as you want it to
Holding on to them until there time is up
Then
all you want to do is climb back into your dreams
and keep swimming in your ocean
knowing that you will be saved
some day
Being able to fly
knowing that they will be there flying beside you
Stopping time
and filling the cracks in your life that keep breaking
your happiness apart
But in the end
reality is always calling whether we want it to
or
not
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