Can you be an adjunct in a person's life?
Someone who people does not consider or give much importance.
Could you be the right person, but only at times ?
Is this a deficiency ?
Would that be right?
Should we learn how to accept our importance in the right moments ?
Or should we take more pride or self-esteem to the point of not accepting certain situations. ..
everything is broken ...
you can see in people faces ,
every single one of them .
but you see . . .
that's also how the light gets in .
so don't you give up .
Cause real Darkness, is something more
than just a lack of light.
I'm a little uninspired
It happens to the best of us
I know I shouldn't take it hard
But I'm so afraid this time I'll never change
Won't shake it off
I'll just go insane
We're moving so fast
Why do I feel so empty
There's clothes in my closet
But nothing to wear
It's a mysterious thing
The more that I acquired
The less hungry I am but
not more satisfied
- meredith brooks
" . . . bruises that won't heal . . ."
In the elevator her heart began to pound
To the rooftop, in her slippers, and her gown
Quietly she turned and slipped away On the edge,
She took one last look around
Then closed her eyes and pushed away
Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
So grace f u l l y . . .
Twelve flights down, nearly naked on the ground
Skin and tagedy always attract a crowd
More than fifty eyewitness accounts
Each one in awe, for they'd never seen a girl so sad and so beaut i f u l .
- David Bazan (pedro the lion).
I wish the world could appreciate this song as much as i do .
but in the other hands , a meaning can only complete it circle when it means for two .
He tried to tell you what it is, but you ignored him. I understand why.
You don't want to look at anyone's pain.
The trouble is, when you try to avoid it, you stop helping. People end up alone.
Help kind of moves around. Like... light. Even a little bit is good.
Pages turning, lights are burning
See what you could not see
It's plain as the day
The night makes you pay
For what was hidden underneath
Longing to leave But begging to feel that
Something will make you stay
Gotta believe that this all leads
Somewhere we've never been
Tired of the guilt
Tired of being sorry
Well, haven't we suffered enough?
" I could hear the sound.
The sound was me breakin'.
I had shattered. I was saved.
I only knew the girl I was, was gone. He was right.
No good could come from lovin' a mortal.
They can't survive our world "
- Lena Duchannes
what if I fall and hurt myself would you know how to fix me?
what if I went and lost myself would you know where to find me?
if I forgot who I am, would you please remind me?