I didn't want to be like her. I don't want to. I dont want to lose control. I don't want it to consume the life out of me, if i still have one that's still decent enough to be ruined. And now that's all I'm thinking. But thinking further into it, i knew we werent the same. She was lost in the midst of a peace and empty ocean. She couldnt see any land. The kind of peace where silence was her loudest enemy and thats what drove her to the edge. Me, im in a river. Holding a row without a boat. I had the fine illusion that i could take control. And even when i knew, i went with the flow like a fool, trying, i wish i could say mindlessly, trying to get away from the water. There was a destination but it was not mine. It was a preset of how everything should be but its all a blur. It's assurance but a nightmare everytime i close my eyes. It never silenced my mind.
Words mean nothing to me So if you want me to understand You better cut me open You'll have a better shot of reaching my soul I don't remember things If you start a sentence with "Do you remember...." No I don't
Every day is a blur I know I lived this day But in my soul I haven't left my bed
Hi! I'm back, for now. Trying to write more, but writing when you have college and work is hard.
He lumbers, he doesn't sashay. Aware enough to catch a 'think-fast' pass. He's an analog man, and not a soothe-sayer. He was a zen buddhist, and a nudist whose wardrobe was air. He always wanted kids but could never think of names. His truth is so spreadable it's incredible His credit's so meddled with it's debtable. He moves peanuts under walnut shells, less talented than critical. With passion like the hypnotized limits were his starting lines He was never very impressed with things, would say 'ignorance doesn't exonerate’—He broke alot of hearts and earned alot of parking fines—‘Income doesn't make the man' unless its not coming in. His only wish was for a time machine; He could be ambassador to the past. he could relive his endings without missing anything