#movingonbutnottrulymoving
there are 365 days in a year,
fact.
i have not lived many, i know that... i do
but if that statement is true,
why do the once breezy summer seconds,
ones that used to **** by trailed by excitement
now drag with heaviness and bass
that only concrete wonders could fulfill.
today i thought of you
no, i don’t know the day number, although that would’ve been clever.
conclusions have been made in my mind
distractions do equal a cure, at least what i find
does that make me twisted?
does it make me just as numb as you?
i don’t want numb
i don’t.
i want purpose,
i crave a life outside my mental restrictions which bring self pity,
i am not you.
i am my own,
i create my story
i am not just a set of pretty eyes
or chestnut tinted bangs
or maybe rosy cheeks with a personality to match.
i do not need a headliner with your name presented as the title.
i know that now.
so i will stay busy,
condolences
go ahead and take your bow.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC