Honestly I feel on a deep level, subtle schisms of my surroundings
In a dimension where I'm opposite, I know everything, but nothing at all
and if you think everything in this second matters you are wrong
Invincibility, perfection, idealism is how I was as a child
but those barriers of honesty disintegrated, seeing the world and what it projects
realities not a honey coated dream, but one of realization
hearing the lies and cries of what became our generation
you would think change is bad but it keeps life going
self-criticism deteriorates your dreams, dreams your soul sar
so stop, stop, stop, letting the deceased thoughts of yesterday
harm you.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:29 PM UTC
Honestly I feel on a deep level, subtle schisms of my surroundings
In a dimension where I'm opposite, I know everything, but nothing at all
and if you think everything in this second matters you are wrong
Invincibility, perfection, idealism is how I was as a child
but those barriers of honesty disintegrated, seeing the world and what it projects
realities not a honey coated dream, but one of realization
hearing the lies and cries of what became our generation
you would think change is bad but it keeps life going
self-criticism deteriorates your dreams, dreams your soul sar
so stop, stop, stop, letting the deceased thoughts of yesterday
harm you.
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