Tonight's story doesn't start With once upon a time Or take place in an enchanted land. It doesn't have magic or dragons, Kings or queens. It doesn't even feature a grand adventure. But it's still a great one all the same. Because, you see, tonight's story is your story Told by me. You may not like your story Because it's always been told from your point of view. But that's why I'm telling it. So when you look in the mirror, You see something new.
i foresee death, washed up on the shores of this island of self-pity i have shipwrecked myself upon the absence of a willingness to change mixed with my deprecating thoughts is all i have consigned myself to drinking given that i am unable to handle self destruction as a normal human would. whereas one might lose themselves to alcohol or another intoxicant I chose to reach further and further into the despair that previously has spurred me towards growth yet now leaves nothing but fumes to continually choke me. i wonder. will i spring out of this cocoon of hate? or make another attempt to end it for real? go somewhere greener. be ******* neater.
Walking down a peaceful mountain, where shiny snowflakes fall beautifully and elegantly. A nuance of white floats in the air, painting the ground, coloring our vision. Each one is unique, but all have the same structures, yet are pretty similar despite their differences:
They are like you and me. Some disappear and some appear. The cycle of life we all center ourselves and move forward. The new year is there to offer us something different. We can make the difference like we ended all past years, in inference.
All there is, the heat - encased in a fireplace or a furnace.
Smoldering, the ashes never filter through these windless lungs, instead of oxygen the flame kindles on anxiety.
Life is going splendidly - no hiccups - Breathing is easy but all that rushes in is the flagrant blossom of ragged thoughts, all the possibilities for how helpless the wind is when it's always being knocked out.
I started a new job, I started driving, and there's a girl of course that I like too much. There wouldn't be much of a story if there wasn't the drama of a boy likes girl, right? Everything can and is going smoothly, but when I am home I feel like it's all falling apart.