If you feel like you've been going through hell, if you feel you've thrown all your coins into the bottom of the wishing well, if you feel like you want to scream and yell, I want you to know it's okay to let yourself break. Because there's only so much people can take. And when you make a mistake, just know it will be okay. Because tomorrow's another day.
A descriptive word I not often would present To myself Has been cast in blindness By the spotlight
The curtain distorts The intentions Of even my own Acknowledgment
Dwelling at my reflection in the water When ripples form At another coin I toss Wishing
Wishing at a well Instead of planning, Because planning Makes the dream real, And I’m afraid of reality.
I could spend my whole life Staring into my reflection Debating on what I'm worthy of wishing, Instead of not letting those thoughts Take over my mind Fidgeting with coins between my fingers Before I inevitably let flick, Instead of pretending I believe in myself And take a chance on something.
Why would I rather Be alone Than run into Your open arms Waiting for me?
What things are so important That I cannot just turn away So easily? Doing nothing Instead of loving.
I ran towards the door not so they could let me inside I pushed through the crowd not so i could buy I thew a coin to the wishing-well not because it was a transaction I said nice things to my reflection not for him to reply I ran towards the door not so they could let me inside I wanted to feel the option to be kissed by lips not the curb of the pavement I hoped I knelt I prayed I never asked for a reality just the right to dream for a reason to live isn't needed when i can make a million reasons not to die
Gadiaseite ~ gad-EEE-ah-site ~ NOUN Definition: The great abyss of the empty page, a wishing well with churning waters so deep you can't see the bottom—only the shimmer of coins shine through, entwined with the efforts of past attempts—you can recover the wishes but only if you hold your breath and dive into the unknown waters.
Etymology: Derived from the Latin word Gaida meaning waiting and the German word Seiten meaning pages.
As she fell down the wishing well, A stray thought wormed right in, “Who am I? Am I’m Alice? The one with travelled the Looking Glass? The one who fought the Jabberwocky? Or perhaps the one who lost her head? My own head feels a bit lost, So I must be her, falling down to reality.”
I seem to go through major life events every time they come out with a new Alice and Wonderland movie. Not sure why, but something about those movies then get stuck in my head.
There is a wishing well where I live, filled with coins down the bottom, some are shiny, some old, some rusting into the water. Circles of copper, silver, aluminum and gold. Here I will take a bet, throw my first quarter into the pond, There it falls with a bubbly thud. Day by day I will sit by it, murmur a silent prayer, Doing nothing as the sun set. So when the dawn comes, I will get exactly the opposite of what I wished for, My coin lost among the thousands, In this miraculous wishing well.