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| we're stuck on the outskirts of town.
i wish to be someone i once knew. the water flows swiftly through my veins, breathing only when air is at its highest point. i feel useless & pointless in a world of spinning shapes that dont connect. yet, we're all connected in some way or another. i miss the feeling of knowing there's something out there to reach towards. the feeling that you might not fall, but instead you can take another step higher because there he is, right next to you, holding your hand every step of the way. and disconnection tends to make me cold & cynical, someone i would never want to be. i've lost feeling in warmth and food has no taste. things grow dull and cold as if the winter began too early. i wish to be someone i once knew, because that someone had hopes & dreams. they were silly and flimsy, but they were alive inside of that someone, and she would do anything within her power to keep it that way. | | |
| I still haven't found what I'm looking for.
what do we hold on to in this life? is it freedom? or hope? at moments when all is lost, when everything falls down around you, what is that one thread that keeps you hanging on and carries you back up again? when you feel so alone, when you're ready to let go, what is that little voice in the back of your mind telling you? and how hard do things have to get for that voice to be drown by other thoughts? is it wrong for us to wait for that voice? we all wish that things were easier, that we didn't have to guide our ships through these storms, but instead find a clear path around it. sometimes what we feel is unnecessary is really just a test, a test of character. again, I think about hope. in that last moment, with that last bit of light shining through, almost completely eclipsed in darkness, is it hope that keeps you moving? keeps you striving even at rock bottom?
I'm still not so sure. | | |
| I'm in desperate need of an escape.
I'm telling you, telling you,
That I'm thinking you're the only one
Who can save me.
I could take whatever you give me,
If you even gave me anything at all.
Take the time, baby, take some time.
All I've got is time for you.
/Please, will you love me? | | |
| we're all that's left.
we're stuck on the outskirts of town.
i wish to be someone i once knew. the water flows swiftly through my veins, breathing only when air is at its highest point. i feel useless & pointless in a world of spinning shapes that dont connect. yet, we're all connected in some way or another. i miss the feeling of knowing there's something out there to reach towards. the feeling that you might not fall, but instead you can take another step higher because there he is, right next to you, holding your hand every step of the way. and disconnection tends to make me cold & cynical, someone i would never want to be. i've lost feeling in warmth and food has no taste. things grow dull and cold as if the winter began too early. i wish to be someone i once knew, because that someone had hopes & dreams. they were silly and flimsy, but they were alive inside of that someone, and she would do anything within her power to keep it that way. | | |
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all eyes toward the sun,
we tilt our flowers
with much consent.
we take everything we've ever known,
covered in distain and regrets of tomorrow
as we sink together into the midnight sky.
break away from the conformity of it all.
all faces towards the fire,
the light reflects off
weary faces and dried out spaces. | | |
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