The wind was howling,
the moon was glowing,
and me?

Trying to glimpse
the stars,
hiding from me.

maybe a casket it's where I'll get my rest
and among tears, I'll get to dream
with my arms to the side, like I've always slept
do you think you could let me rest?
just this once, please keep hush
don't try to wake me, let me close my eyes

I don't know how to explain it,
But somehow, it seems like the world
Has gotten louder AND quieter
At the same time

What do I live for?
This is a question many people including myself ask.

Society has consumed the idea that
if we don’t HAVE an ultimate goal
or a perfect life plan,
then our life is meaningless.

You see there’s so much
unrealistic expectations
that are placed on yourself
for simply wanting to reach a perfection
that doesn’t exist.

To this I say:
No.
Not because you don’t have the next 10 years planned it doesn’t means your value is less

Personally,
this is my answer to that question.
What do I live for?

In all honesty I don’t have a goal for my life.
I’m not planning on becoming the next
superstar, or millionaire.
I live day to day.

I don’t expect anything more out of life,
than to simply be happy.

I don’t think you need a reason to live.
You don’t have to live for the idea of perfection.
You don’t have to live for goals you might not even reach.
Simply live because you want to.
Find a fulfillment in life.

Having your future predestined is ridiculous.
Sometimes I can’t even see my future
in the next year.
The world might end tomorrow,
but all you were focused on was the next day, not this one.
If you live preparing one day ahead when are you truly alive?

Practicing slowing down is
sacred and important.
Moments of peace in quiet rooms,
in the sunsets,
morning coffee,
a good book.
These are moments are the I live for.

I live because I know..
despite my own flaws and struggles.
Life is too short to waste.

Quiet your mind and you may find
peace in such stillness.
Your life feels like chaos when
the music drowns out any possibility of
silence inside.
How can you even think with lyrics of
mesmerizing dandelions
clanging through your consciousness?
From the left and right
distractions dissect your attention.
Why is it so hard
to turn off the music?
Silence is scary—
a frightening thing to befriend.
Some fear the dark, yet
you fear the quiet.