You are more resilient than you realize Heart will survive though it may bleed Sharp words cut your ego down to bone Use them to strengthen and succeed
Turning pain to tools is hard But it is better than nothing at all The choice is yours whether to fly Or succumb to wounds and fall
Imagine the bird of time the sun is on the fly shining the quantum of time.
From the bottom the Planck length in the east flying round the clock to the west.
Half way through it could be at the twilight but it sings a swan song. Nothing is a perfectly round stock not even the sun’s clock.
Around the two fine points in the circumference of a circle no length is a set fixed minimal Planck length. Always be an irrational gap breeding anew pi decimals never the same nor ever ends. Always new, a little more, an uncharted ****** mole!
Butterfly butterfly So beautiful and bright So fly away tonight but Remember to come home One day and I'll sit hear By the porch Waiting for You to come Home one day.
once in fallen October a yellow far than closer maybe more red than what smells older
steps flashback to my death when I tried to find my swept breath maybe ten seconds left my world in mess at the train station still lost in words desperation maybe why I yearn today even for hurt in fascination broken feels hold immortal memories remain unfold maybe ringing phones would again shiver me in cold
in your stare felt like I was there maybe letters I missed from gazes tripping down the stairs backs embrace more than a lover's torn trace maybe how sometimes I forget your face when I swear to get rid to not show my heart stops acting in slow maybe longs paled my color once upon a time ago
never mine older than wine maybe a one tasted moment time drained my soul and called me helplessly see you living selfishly maybe all in my head in hope of the real of my fantasy
maybe the don't leave was a mumble created maybe honey drips cut like knives invaded maybe sweet carries of lots an essence when devastated
Where do I fly? You ask me. Into the summer sky Where the setting sun Bounces waves Off her *****. As she breathes her last for the night Does she sleep or worry Storms and winds she has to carry. 'Tomorrow' who knows? So give her hope. coz you have been there before.
problems problems problems we all look for answers in sunsets songs the smile of a stranger alcohol mind altering substances the therapists bill but it's just ******* life man you can't expect to go from sun up to sunset cruising like a jet you're bound to crash sometimes you need to see the earth as a friend somewhere to land spend some time just staring at the sky wishing you could fly again and you will when the thermals are right to lift your spirit heavenward but be careful what you wish for the heavens are full of shooting stars
It’s been four months since the sun last shown. Since I last said goodnight. The stars twinkle, And the lamplights are an illusion.
Sometimes, I can pretend that it’s the same. Sometimes, I remember that the sun is also a star. The stars I see now are just a bit further away; They don’t shine as bright.
I want to get on a rocket ship And fly far far away. I want to forget about this sun and its tragedy. I will find a new sun
The new sun will shine brighter. The flowers will grow taller. The world it shines on will be more beautiful. I will say good morning again.
