this is for you.
this symmetry is blinding me
adjacent walls and windows
surreptitiously juxtaposed
just so that i cannot breathe
my mother says that everything happens for a reason... i say everything happens because it happens.
scrambling and pleading
there must be a light
only darkness will help me find it
and i've been sitting here for ages
she also believes in karma and tarot cards... when i was younger, i received the mother card, meaning i should have been pregnant.. but the cards can change meaning; nothing is certain. karma is useless to me when i am given atrocities after the worst thing i have done was skip school.
a purple morning
is shining through the cracks
let us watch as it burns bright orange
it's too warm for us to hear
by nature, i was born an optimist. life gave me pessimist-flavoured lemons. the product is the realist whose fingers now type what she is feeling; what you are reading. in reality, life has never given me lemons. no one has. in reality, life has given me nothing because life is not an entity or a being. life doesn't care. it's the people who give and receive, without rhyme and without reason.
a sound so beautiful
surely only i can feel it
senseless and counterproductive
fogging up my lenses
i would like to believe in something, but that is not reason enough to find something to believe in. maybe my entire life has been just me being shaped and molded for this moment, and everything i have experienced, i experienced so that i would be a prefect fit for this once instance. more logically, my entire life has just been me living and living with the people around me.
this colour so vibrant
i'm sure it cannot exist
breaking boundaries and setting goals
i, it's all in my head
unfortunately, feelings are something that only an individual can feel. no matter how hard i try, no one will ever feel what i felt while i was spewing these letters through my fingertips, onto my keyboard, and into your eyes. no matter how i describe what it feels like to be empty or full or indifferent, no one will ever know what it felt like to me. even if i told you how i felt, you couldn't feel it.
the taste is unidentifiable
the y's and i's are misplaced
the how's and when's are interlocked
the midtones are set to high
reality and i have never gotten along. there haven't been many times, until now, that i have felt real or that i existed. until now, only the negative events in my life have felt any sort of "real". there was no perspective inside for the reality of good, or the good of reality. but now.. now that i know reality for what it truly is and can be, there's nothing i'd rather have. you have to see the dark side of a city to know if that's where you really want to live.
there's this place
inside my head
where nothing's live
and all is dead
there we can go
and throw away
all we've lost
and all we've gained
where all we see
is what we show
and all we want
is what we know
some much in life is indescribable to the point where it hurts to even try to put it into words. i will never be able to describe what the sky looks like to me when the sun is setting on a day where i am driving through the country, listening to the postal service, and breathing in my life. or the way that an unidentified insect looks while it's crawling across a head stone that is a hundred years old. when i think of this, i become sad. sometimes i think i am the only being who can see beauty. something i would love to share, yet my efforts would be futile because i cannot show what i feel.
i am the day's first cigarette
the silence between the sighs
the last goodbye
and the only me
you begin to wonder if the fact that everything you want is minuscule has any impact on how your life is going to turn out. then you realize it all just depends on what you believe. so it's a yes and no situation... meaning, it doesn't really matter what you want or what you need in a bigger sense because it has everything or nothing to do with how things are going to turn out at the end. so you just concentrate on the little things you want and need, and you live day by day instead of by the laws of the future. and it's.. it's... it's just there.
like a dance
choreographed
in sync
beautiful
that's what it is
i am not looking for someone to save me. i am completely capable of saving myself, it's preferred not to do it on my own, but i have learned that i am quite capable of overcoming even the highest mountains on my own. i am not scared of losing anything, i am not scared of heartbreak, and i am not scared of pain. i have nothing to lose. no one has anything on me. i am free.
i am rhiannon.
adjacent walls and windows
surreptitiously juxtaposed
just so that i cannot breathe
my mother says that everything happens for a reason... i say everything happens because it happens.
scrambling and pleading
there must be a light
only darkness will help me find it
and i've been sitting here for ages
she also believes in karma and tarot cards... when i was younger, i received the mother card, meaning i should have been pregnant.. but the cards can change meaning; nothing is certain. karma is useless to me when i am given atrocities after the worst thing i have done was skip school.
a purple morning
is shining through the cracks
let us watch as it burns bright orange
it's too warm for us to hear
by nature, i was born an optimist. life gave me pessimist-flavoured lemons. the product is the realist whose fingers now type what she is feeling; what you are reading. in reality, life has never given me lemons. no one has. in reality, life has given me nothing because life is not an entity or a being. life doesn't care. it's the people who give and receive, without rhyme and without reason.
a sound so beautiful
surely only i can feel it
senseless and counterproductive
fogging up my lenses
i would like to believe in something, but that is not reason enough to find something to believe in. maybe my entire life has been just me being shaped and molded for this moment, and everything i have experienced, i experienced so that i would be a prefect fit for this once instance. more logically, my entire life has just been me living and living with the people around me.
this colour so vibrant
i'm sure it cannot exist
breaking boundaries and setting goals
i, it's all in my head
unfortunately, feelings are something that only an individual can feel. no matter how hard i try, no one will ever feel what i felt while i was spewing these letters through my fingertips, onto my keyboard, and into your eyes. no matter how i describe what it feels like to be empty or full or indifferent, no one will ever know what it felt like to me. even if i told you how i felt, you couldn't feel it.
the taste is unidentifiable
the y's and i's are misplaced
the how's and when's are interlocked
the midtones are set to high
reality and i have never gotten along. there haven't been many times, until now, that i have felt real or that i existed. until now, only the negative events in my life have felt any sort of "real". there was no perspective inside for the reality of good, or the good of reality. but now.. now that i know reality for what it truly is and can be, there's nothing i'd rather have. you have to see the dark side of a city to know if that's where you really want to live.
there's this place
inside my head
where nothing's live
and all is dead
there we can go
and throw away
all we've lost
and all we've gained
where all we see
is what we show
and all we want
is what we know
some much in life is indescribable to the point where it hurts to even try to put it into words. i will never be able to describe what the sky looks like to me when the sun is setting on a day where i am driving through the country, listening to the postal service, and breathing in my life. or the way that an unidentified insect looks while it's crawling across a head stone that is a hundred years old. when i think of this, i become sad. sometimes i think i am the only being who can see beauty. something i would love to share, yet my efforts would be futile because i cannot show what i feel.
i am the day's first cigarette
the silence between the sighs
the last goodbye
and the only me
you begin to wonder if the fact that everything you want is minuscule has any impact on how your life is going to turn out. then you realize it all just depends on what you believe. so it's a yes and no situation... meaning, it doesn't really matter what you want or what you need in a bigger sense because it has everything or nothing to do with how things are going to turn out at the end. so you just concentrate on the little things you want and need, and you live day by day instead of by the laws of the future. and it's.. it's... it's just there.
like a dance
choreographed
in sync
beautiful
that's what it is
i am not looking for someone to save me. i am completely capable of saving myself, it's preferred not to do it on my own, but i have learned that i am quite capable of overcoming even the highest mountains on my own. i am not scared of losing anything, i am not scared of heartbreak, and i am not scared of pain. i have nothing to lose. no one has anything on me. i am free.
i am rhiannon.