Standing on the beach, sand between my toes What lays in my future, who will come and go The sun beams down upon me,I look out at the vast ocean in front of me,I wonder I feel so insignificant compared to this ocean What difference can I make, will I even be given a chance I realize then while standing there, that all I have to do Is listen to my heart and it will pull me through For strength and inspiration are not material things They come from deep inside of you they give your soul its wings So whenever you're in doubt and you begin to stray Take a look down deep inside and the answer will come your way If you only believe in yourself you can make your dreams come true For no one else can do it, the power must come from you
I am a mystery yet to be discovered I am a contradiction a model of possibilities I am driven to succeed Stopped mid speed I am a lover deeply passionate With no one to call my own I am habit forming full of wonder & lust I am all of me and more I am deeply devoted Yet wildly ambitious I am so many things I am so many emotions I am waiting for the divine Hoping for a rather 🔥'y explosion throwing me every where to become pixie dust
She was not like most people, she got caught somewhere in between reality while swallowing substances as a form of psychiatry. She had found herself always stumbling accross her own art you see, even amongst her own world she was lost and misplaced her galaxy's key. She was never exactly listening while breathing in your level of dimension you see, her thoughts wandered much too far off the edge of her galaxy's sea. This place she ended up was consumed by madness, darkness, and imagination. She was always shaking on the floor fighting the feelings of prostration. This woman lived inside of her head you know, all these things she could not explain somehow made her grow. She fought against her own world, how was she supposed to stay sane when the reality around her was swirled? She tried her best by hiding behind the moon and sprinkling her world with fairy dust, still she found herself screaming at the stars to please shake off the feeling of lust. She was cursed with a heart that never ceased to love, voices whispered in the skies of her own galaxy and laughed at her from above. She refused to waste her time believing in actuality, for she was too busy seducing starlight with her sensual sexuality. Her unpredictable personality was either devilish or angelic, she was lost while chasing dragons in this world of hers oh so psychedelic. You would never dare to walk deeper into her thoughts of fantasy and lucid dreaming, your naive infinity could have never established any meaning. You were unimpressed by her actions and resented her always reckless, around the witch's neck laid her luck inside a necklace. She remained in her own nonsense believing mysteries indeed mystical, in the end these mysteries meaning nothing less than egotistical. You never saw beyond the facts of your own perspective, little did you know from her's she was fighting villians just to keep her nature protected.