craziness vs. innocents
How do I say I miss you when you are nothing in particular. You’re everything that was and everything I’ve wanted and never had. How do I find the confidence in my own words to make myself believe. Maybe there is no confidence. I’m sitting here wondering what comes first like the chicken and the egg, innocence or craziness.
I’m guided by some unyielding source that we’re all born innocent and then each day it fades as if never there and craziness takes its empty hole. Could that be right do I have nineteen years of insanity pumping through my veins keeping me from breathing in the air as fresh as it should be, as it could be.
Just call me homesick. Not for my home among family but for that one that we all strive to find. Our place amongst the world itself. The being of who we are. I’m crazy I admit but I refuse to say that in itself craziness is a bad existence overall.
I’m guided by some unyielding source that we’re all born innocent and then each day it fades as if never there and craziness takes its empty hole. Could that be right do I have nineteen years of insanity pumping through my veins keeping me from breathing in the air as fresh as it should be, as it could be.
Just call me homesick. Not for my home among family but for that one that we all strive to find. Our place amongst the world itself. The being of who we are. I’m crazy I admit but I refuse to say that in itself craziness is a bad existence overall.