I wish people could hear music the same way I do. I almost feel bad that people can't tap into my brain and hear the musical pulled apart into sections.
Each instrument going separately and yet all of the pieces coming together to create this...
I've tried to explain it to people.
And no matter how hard I try, nobody will ever truly understand it. And that's okay.
she started vomiting
white pure daisies
but soon, they all
with crimson red
petals and thorns
that hurts her
throat and lungs—
she cried one last time
as she puked
another rose and said,
"I did not asked for this."
I drove past the place where we first met today.
I felt cold and fragile. I guess nothing has changed.
The discomfort overwhelmed my basic senses, and I couldn't see straight.
I pulled over to gather myself, I found it difficult to breathe
The past eight months has been denial personified, a constant false assurance that everything is alright and that I'm happy for you.
Happy that you're comfortable in life, but I'm still running away from mine.
That moment when you feel like your slowing down and everything around you is replaced or misplaced or even just falling apart, because you don't know what else to believe or even think when that one person comes to your mind because it's been a while since you guys have talked and the last time you spoke was when that person decided to leave you for another person.
As I watch you from across the room
Your face lighting up like the sun
Oh the way you smile
Makes me go crazy
Tugging a string in my chest
You stop talking and turn your head
Our eyes meet
I hold my breath
Heart beat quickens
Hands start to get sweaty
Corners of my mouth start to twitch
I smile back