We organize our
lives into lines
when we are fluid.
We cry and cling
"accept me."
We exist backwards.
We are explosive beings.
Trying to contain our
essance into bottles
when we alone are
galaxies.
Our mind's a
universe of it's
own.
We are like a song
trying to tie itself
into 3 minutes
long.
When really
we are the overflowing
water in a bathtub
you wish you really could of kept.
Because we
are the last few
minutes of the remix.
We are the best.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
We organize our
lives into lines
when we are fluid.
We cry and cling
"accept me."
We exist backwards.
We are explosive beings.
Trying to contain our
essance into bottles
when we alone are
galaxies.
Our mind's a
universe of it's
own.
We are like a song
trying to tie itself
into 3 minutes
long.
When really
we are the overflowing
water in a bathtub
you wish you really could of kept.
Because we
are the last few
minutes of the remix.
We are the best.
