Falling, and falling, as I always have, I will consider a final line, The essence of my life will search, In the last moments I have left, That maybe I found the words, To describe the infinite, Until then, Falling, and falling, as I always have,
I cant seem to sleep through the night without feeling like nothing is alright I dont know whats wrong with me ive got a million thoughts running all at once i wish i could just scream constantly torn between wanting to be a lady but everything i do just seems to make me look crazy maybe there is something wrong me a chemical imbalance, i just want to make it out to saftey what if i cant save me from myself not that i dont want to ask for help every where i turn my mental state just repels i want to be okay it effects all my relationships so most leave me at bay i dont want to scare anyone away all i want is for someone to stay i guess misery really does love company nobody seems to mind when i share love drunkenly i wish i was always easy going but my crazy side just keeps on showing..
i make love to the ocean in the morning sailors watch me cuddling with the waves so noisy, we palpitate the massive rises and downs, travel thousand miles till we reach the distant inland.
we find no clue where we belong.
i kiss the sunlight in the twilight we beguile in silence exploring the ocean of nakedness; the pale pain and long-lost sorrow as the choir of seagulls dancing upwards.
we forget how we become afar.
i greet the limitless darkness with a pair of eyes half-closed, and a restless soul that longs for home. so we unite, the sea and I as nothing matches the golden slumber.
It seems like a thing of the past A dream far gone Eyes closed with nothing to come Smell of vanilla floats Eyes still closed But the dream wont come Restless turns Eyes open Vanilla gone Now there's red But no rest
i walk around my kitchen at half past one in the morning sipping on water in silence as my parents are sound asleep. why am i not sleeping, too? i’m restless, i can’t bring myself to settle down. maybe i’m anticipating your call, which will never come or your knock at my door, which will never happen, and yet i keep myself awake hoping you will be the first to say i’m sorry