as delta rae said, oh baby. it's a long way down to the bottom of the river, hold my hand
as she looks me in the eyes and tells me to run i look at her realizing that this this is what life really is
life is terribly unbearable however it is incredibly beautiful at the same time those moments with your favorite people where you stop breathing because you're so happy
moments like these are what i live for hold my hand oh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river delta rae was right but sometimes the bottom of the river isn't where you find death sometimes it's where you find life happiness or love.
the bottom of the river is only bad if you make it that. so don't let the bottom of your river be the end let it be the beginning
If I were to lose my eyesight, My vision would be heightened. Free from worldly distraction, I See humanity for what it is. It is terrifying. It is beautiful.
2. If I were to lose my sense of smell, Well, I think I’d be just fine. I’m used to not breathing, Smothered by emotion And over-love. I think I’d be just fine, But I’d sure miss the smell of you.
3. If I could never hear your voice again, Please kiss me with all of your Words. Let me read your lips With mine, Our own sign language. Let your secrets spill on to My tongue. If I could never hear you say "I love you", dear, Let me feel it.
4. If I lose my sense of taste, A fire would burn within; To never taste your lips again Would be a deadly sin.
5. If I lost the ability to touch, I’d go madly insane. A most basic comfort; A primitive coping mechanism Lost to the world. A world without touching you Is no world at all, But the deepest pit of hell. I do not wish to go there.
Please stop calling me nice. I am not nice. I will not be contained to a single word, When my bones are built from metaphors And my lips leak similes. I am a fireball of emotion, splitting trees and men in two with my passion for my art. I am a slurry of terror, creeping up on you at night that curls your toes right before you fall asleep. I am not nice, I am anything but I am alive with the summer heat that burns in my eyes and the sunlight that flows through my ribcage. I am a warrior, a fighter, a solider in disguise. I am the moon that hides it face in the day, only to showcase it's purity in the night. I am the stiff wind that knocks the shallow air out of your lungs on a cold, January morning. I am the tick, tick, tick of the buzzer right before its majestic song. I am the obscene, the extraordinary, the menacing things in life. I am not confined by a single word. I am not nice.