They see what they’re supposed to see now don’t notice the storm on the sea just laugh at all the false hope. He yearns for the end of it all But how could they have possibly known.
His despair doesn’t care about the signs or mind the decline but they believe the lines every time, and remember all the words. So he’ll just suffer in silence and be thankful it could always be worse.
The highway changes when you travel it At different times, In different seasons, Weathers, road conditions, or decades. The places you pass and your final destination Will change entirely from year to year Or day to night. The highway will tell you totally different things, The signs change from year to year And day to night.
The sky goes dark, the lights come on, Some letters are lost, and new meaning found. A roadside motel becomes simply a mote, There is vacancy where before There was nothing at all, Just an abandoned fruit stand, which by twilight Becomes a small house— The siding might be yellow or brown— With dark curtains and neon signs Proffering readings, psychic insights, an open palm.
The other night, I came to the end of the highway. I would have crashed right through the barrier But God or my survival instinct intervened, And my journey continued On a different highway altogether.
in this starry night where the moon's nowhere to be found the glitters in the space brightens and in these specks of stardust each containing a soul, a dream wishes waiting to be fulfilled they burn, worth a several lifetime a significance, that the promises tied in your fate, will be done maybe in another timeline, different life
in the eyes of the dreaming this night sky contains the hopes of different beings looking on that same night sky, filled with stars shining on a dark space they all find peace in the meaning there is light in the dark and that no matter how dim it is it's still dazzling, its beauty perpetual the dreaming once again prepares maybe in another night the dreams will be done
to remind the dreaming to be hopeful whatever the situation might be
I run away I ruin everything I break my own heart into pieces I tell myself that no one loves me I tell myself no one would miss me I stay up late and just stare at my ceiling I scream to myself *** what’s the point I’ve put my walls up so high no one can try to get in again.