how do we ever know who we truly are? if we are always under the impression that we should drop the facade ( clothes and appearance) and be who we truly are… how will we know what truly is “us”? how could anything like appearance actually define a person? if we like punk style but should drop the facade… what would your base look like? who the hell cares? is this all in...
lost and found.
why do i set myself up to fall? why should your opinion should mean anything at all? and when you turn around ill put words in your mouth and find them later in the lost and found. dont get mad if no one cares you get yours, and they’ll get theirs cause we go through life with our hearts on display or grow old with regrets of things we ought to say… …its unfortunate...
the sun is setting, it smells like dirt… and lilacs. the water on the ground reflects the sky, and the trees are clapping their leaves… as the breeze says hello. the tree line makes a silhouette against the fading sky, and i want to catch a cloud… and take it for a ride.
Faith - yet so self deserting Fall - to keep believing The wind blows so hard I cant stand tall Like the one you once knew.
no one came.
“As for me, the song is halfway over and I am at the edge of the dance...
who's to say, anyway?
what is emotion? for goodness sake. what the hell is it? a universal yet unique language contained within the individual human psyche. think of war; think of murder; think of SUICIDE. uncontained and raw emotion. what drives people to act the way they do? is it because we are all at war within ourselves? is it the fact that we are constantly wrestling to be in control of our own thoughts?...