There's a certain pounding in my ears
Filled with the obscure thoughts
Firing off in my mind
Bouncing off each other
and changing,
morphing into new ideas
its all these unfinished sparks
that are keeping me up at night
Like, the old dusty roses
Begging me to prove them wrong
But I don't have power over the dead
Its like a one way street,
A car that doesn't go in reverse
Looking ahead,
Only believing in sunrises
Coaxing my mind to accept this absurdity
But i suppose i could go on forever
The thoughts just keep rolling in,
Like a salty ocean, silently beckoning
Always just trying to find an ending
In endless beginnings

-Taylor


The thing about confidence is I’ve had to learn it from others.
What a lucky thing to be born with.