I feel so alone like I'm trapped in my home. and these thoughts in my head tell me I ought a be dead. I ******* **** at this ****. "No you don't you're just tired." "Everyone loves you, cant you see you're admired?"
But I don't believe what I conceive in my dreams. So you must be a liar. This isn't how things in this life should have been. My soul is on fire. This isn't how things in this life could have been. My soul is on fire. But I don't believe what I perceive in front of me.
Sands of time made from liquid-solid-matter. People flowing like atoms recycling motions. I know in my mind that things don't really matter. Climbing the planet and mapping the oceans. I would loose my mind if my brain got any fatter. People flowing like atoms recycling motions.
it's easy to criticize people for how they deal with pressure. but it's important to realize that pressure, like people, come in all different shapes, colors, and sizes; they affect people differently. because he doesn't drink just to drink. and she doesn't smoke just to smoke. they're trying to forget how broken they are inside. trying anything to escape their minds. escape their lives. and, at the end of the day, that's all we want to do too.
Sitting in this parking lot, the blasting sirens wail outside, I watch the flashing clouds, the spreading lightning, I feel the pulling wind, the pressing sky, I watch the empty streets, the waving trees, I hear it raining on my roof, the crickets in December, And I really hope I’m not an idiot, sitting in this parking lot.