I left my thoughts on the pillow and started waltzing on the carpet barefoot just to see that wicked smile of yours while the cloud's throwing out its soot, making alliances with the purple storm, unwelcoming the beauty of the darkness the one between the stars, keeping us in the fortress of unfulfilled dreams, leaving us all behind stainless steel made bars.
I left my thoughts on the pillow, the bedroom sins remain in the night, your kiss has left all my senses in turmoil, for I was and I am a very old soul inside. Charmed and crowned by Madame Tempest, looking for a bone of guilt, expecting the unexpected at a wedding's breakfast, a brilliant book of menace she has built.
I left my last thoughts on the pillow, and then I left the other dark half of mine that annihilated this restlessness from my soul. Now I can shout out loud: I'm alive!
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I want to feel alive But instead all I feel is the strangling weight of my life I want to do something I want to be something No I want to be someone This small town just isn't enough for me anymore In all honesty, it never was Because Missouri rhymes with Misery and sometimes that's all I can think about This life is suffocating I can’t stand it anymore I have to get out and do something I can’t just stay here and watch my life slip by At my age Nadia Comaneci received 3 Olympic Gold Medals for gymnastics Why can’t I do something like that? I often think about what it would be like to just leave I don’t mean dying I mean running away I often find my right brain is often caught drifting to what life would be like if I could make it to New York But then my left brain starts to function again and instead my thoughts turn to how I would die of pneumonia in the snow Sometimes I believe that’s still far more entertaining than my current situation I want to do something great in my lifetime The scariest thought of all is that I never will and I’ll turn out to be trailer trash and I’m not sure I can cope with that Yes, I want to do something and be someone But most of all, I want to feel alive
I am alive even without you. When you are not around air seems the same fresh, flowers are vibrant than before, firmament is clear, cottony soft clouds. Same chuckling with friends in the bar, food tastes yum when I am starved. Long evening walks are little alone dark nights seem a little long sleep troubles to come nearby trail of thoughts from the day long refuses to go away, I don't think of you much now, but whenever, your thought flashes my mind it feels like something is left behind, not everything is same life is going in vain. Our fights, kisses and hugs are gone and I am standing just alone.
Hush. Just breathe in just breathe out. Hushh. Listen to the silence, capture its whispers. Hushhh. Can you hear that? It is your chest going up going down. Hushhhh. You are here, you are alive. Hushhhhh.