i'm living proof that 11:11
shooting stars,
four-leafed clovers,
are just little strands of hope
which one clings to
and when they climb
they realize it wasn't substantial
because hope doesn't change a thing
and they
fall
it's so sad how most people
are forced to suffer
just because of societies fucked up view
on the littlest things
which deep down
don't matter in the least bit
the world is overpopulated
so enlighten me
why all the lonely people?
i stared
got lost in this view
of this seemingly endless pathway
that led uphill
and i could see past the hill
beyond it was brighter a place than i've ever encountered
will i ever reach that place?
when i was there
i wanted to go and see
but my friends held me back
why…?
i'm a lone ranger these days
maybe i'm always meant to be
maybe the land past the path is gone
could be my past…
would it be stupid if i cut off all connection with you?
severed all those barbed wires connecting
these aching pains between you and me
and you would skip across my mind
the fleeting image of you
and what we could've had
will come and go
i'll picture you
regretting these decisions you've made
the respect you've lost
digging through your room
discovering that the light that we said would never stop blinking,
the symbol of our love,
will never illuminate your shattering skin
till those united spirits we left behind
embrace