holding this delicate object in my hands the beauty in it blows away like dust- fading into the flaws. obvious. misconstrued. oblivious?
a turning point, a fatal change. turmoil is temporary, feeling is constant. more than i do.
stepping in puddles shakes the earth.
said hello the other day, to mixed results. tallying and delayed.
warnings are absurd in the present but solid gold in thhe future and muck days ago. means nothing but it will. and then what? a smile? pity? forever?
what once was. it couldve been better that way. i got plans. i got this. i dont need a push or a jumpstart.
leave your hands alone. minds of our own. blindly fumbling.
arousal is a trick of the light. love is a trick of the enviornment.
whats deserved in the whole spectrum of things? to deserve is to work towards a desired reaction, the deserving comes in if the effort is satisfactory. demand nothing youre not willing to break your neck for. heart. body. millionarians.
a thousand times goodnight
turning the harsh reality into silly anecdotes and fairytales feeds the beast of burdon. a rude awakening in the mist of the optimists.
(((nothing ever truly dies)))------only expires out of your lifetime. take it back, own it. sing to it.
i'd drink to that. i'd dine to this. i'd try for everything.
Listening to: band of horses
Reading: crime and punishment
Watching: my life fly by
Playing: with hearts