rock bottom mind dreams
heaven grows up difficult footsteps move forward
Nothing invokes fear
Quite like footsteps approaching And footsteps passing
I know, there is no place for a fickle people like me
who painted their thorns beautifully to feel the comfort of no turning back. And the only thing I remember is the wild wood where I tracing each constellations and searching for your footsteps.
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‘The past is somewhere we can walk with our memories
Never with our footsteps’ - Mimi Novic, The Silence Between the Sighs
Once more I hear the sound of footsteps following me Once more the fear and warm breath tickling my neck It has always followed me, this sudden panic This feeling to pack everything up and run Run as far as I can see and further Past the mountains and seas and worlds Until the footsteps make no sounds And the breath rustles not a single blade of grass at my feet Is it my own footsteps? Is it merely the wind? I don't know anymore.
Fleeing now would be futile
sometimes in the silent dark
when im curled in the corner is it just the sound of my traitorous heart or are there footsteps outside the door?
She faded away
But her footsteps didn't fade It linger around me Showing me the way
I didn't know my steps would show that deeply
I didn't know they would be so permanent For everyone to see Looking for a place without any people But the more I look, the more I see them So I turned around What is the meaning of a line if you don't know who drew it? Can it really break your heart if you never really knew them? I don't know If I have my heart, you can't break it But if I want to give it to you I've already committed it Heart break, isn't that a sad way to die? Why are you running? It's like you're racing the ocean to the other side Don't you know it's already there, you've fallen behind What's the point of trying to win a race that is lost? Don't tell me you don't believe in miracles Because they're all we've got If you wake up every morning to run away from the same thing After turning back yesterday, admitting defeat, Is it really worth it? It sounds so miserable But I wake up every day trying not to love you Hoping one day I'll lose feelings as completely as I lost you I believe in miracles so one day it will be true What's everybody running from? Sure you don't want to tell your secrets, that's alright I can read them In your footsteps
I looked out at the street,
hoping for footsteps coming up the path.. But all I heard was therapy sessions..