Tall glass towers; on mountains of golden lakes. An island of ten million dreams; blinded by the lights of life. Heaven is a time like no other, as nothing has an end. But all of it's residents have met their end.
Phased by the breath of tens of labours; the works of my hands. I built glass memories, so fragile of remembering a tragic past. All that is wasted; wasting away in thoughts. ****** as my hairs in the morning. Some on my neck, of having their rest on my pillowcases.
A heavy throat, and it's husky voice. Mmh mmh; clearing it to speak into a day. This morning is a timeless piece of whisky; strong as the first swallow of belief.
believe of any goodness ahead of me for today? A chance of better wealth to add some weight to a wallet? Meeting my potential love; as they're waiting out there?
But when, and how far are all of these things?
Who are the fools to know; all of the wisdom of ancestors of where they should go? My forefathers have been at this place before. I do suppose; that I am progresses living words.
Onwards, forward, towards, heading, advances, going to the places of what progress asks of me to go.
i don’t know how to get ahold of you. when you zone out and i see you’re not okay. i wish that i can help you when your mind goes blank. seems like your mind been racing a lot these days.
other days, i don’t know how to get ahold of you. when i say “i love you”, but you don’t believe me. feels like it causes you to double-think twice about me. past life is in your current life, making you run from me.
tonight- i think we need to be more patient tonight- i just want to be in your presence tonight- coming to a realization love can’t be this dangerous this love can’t be this dangerous
this not good for you this is not good for you i can’t take your heart for granted hope you understand where i stand and this not good for you this is not good for you i can’t take your heart for granted hope you understand where i stand on this
His point of view: He has fallen in love. But soon realized the cards that he was dealt with. Trying to move forward
i came back to the dance of a pen on a paper of fingers on keys of a mind in a moment
at first i stumbled it had been so long and then i started to dance again and out came all the feelings and the moments and the memories that i won't talk about and out came everything that won't ever come out of my mouth
i came back to the dance so i don't have to come back to the same crippling feelings anymore
i came back
so i can move on
some thoughts on beginning to write again after a while
I love that they can’t give me love Because a lot of people don’t like to open up I’m an open book An easy place to unload an empty clip; I get it now We need stronger families and Tighter grips It’s easy to lose your mind in it.
We did away with the huts and Created rooms To segregate where the flowers bloom; I want to see your hardships On your ***** blacksmith apron, I don’t find that “embarrassing” I find that transcending We’ve done it forever on our rocky shores.