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Shadows are crazy things. They're always one step ahead of you, or one step behind, analyzing your every step. I was walking down the street and got startled by my own shadow. Now instead of thinking about how stupid I was I thought about the justification of the act....thats me. Sure, I understand the physical reasons for shadows yet, what does it mean metaphorically. Could it simply just be me scaring myself? Could it be that shadows could represent a fragmented version of my personality? Perhaps a part of myself was the thing that frightened me. If thats so, then what part? Or could it be that the fragmented version of myself scares me. That not seeing myself as a whole displaces my mind. Now there was a visual representation of the fight that ensues in my head.
And honey
All the movements youre starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on
Start as you mean to go on
I get an urge sometimes to get one a plane and fly to a seculed area where I can walk, and sit, and be in a calm state. To sit on a mountain and look across the land. To walk on the rocky coast and stare out into the seemingly limitless ocean. Alone. Absolutely alone. With no one I can see, and no one knowing im there. To disappear but still be here. I wish I had the power to make everything right. So that im not a puppet, watching everyone else struggle. So that im not at a loss for words because what do words do? Well I suppose it depends on who those words are spoken by. I wish I could fix everything. Take everything into my hands and let it rest on my shoulders. Let me be the brace against reality.
Do you know when we first started being chaotic? When we first left nature. When we left running with the animals and taking in everything so humble. When we placed ourselves above nature. Placing ourselves above something that we are part of! Seems insane, doesnt it? Were we meant to analyze the universe? Of course not. Yet here we are, striving to attain understanding. And I will help in the struggle because perhaps once we reach understanding, if ever, perhaps we will once again reach a state of being in which we are in tune with nature. If you wont allow me to be the brace, let me be the saviour.
Everyones not going to understand you. To know someone takes time. A long long time. And everyone you meet is not going to have that time. Only a few lucky people, perhaps only one will be able to know you almost as well as you do. So what do you do if someone doesnt know who you truly are? Well no body said it was easy. All we can do is package ourselves and serve it. When you look at me, do you see another person, or the infinitly deep void shoved inside my head. Do you just see my eyes or do you look into them. You may think im crazy but theres actually more order in my head than most people. Its so overly ordered that its actually chaotic. So much that it snaps, bends and folds upon itself. My mind consists of another dimension. And so does yours. Do you feel it?
If you wont allow me to be the brace, and you wont allow me to be the saviour, what can I be?
I am me, I am Elliot. I can be the brace, I can be the saviour, I can be what ever you want me to be.
And honey
All the movements youre starting to make
See me crumble and fall on my face
And I know the mistakes that I made
See it all disappear without a trace
And they call as they beckon you on
They say start as you mean to go on
Start as you mean to go on
I get an urge sometimes to get one a plane and fly to a seculed area where I can walk, and sit, and be in a calm state. To sit on a mountain and look across the land. To walk on the rocky coast and stare out into the seemingly limitless ocean. Alone. Absolutely alone. With no one I can see, and no one knowing im there. To disappear but still be here. I wish I had the power to make everything right. So that im not a puppet, watching everyone else struggle. So that im not at a loss for words because what do words do? Well I suppose it depends on who those words are spoken by. I wish I could fix everything. Take everything into my hands and let it rest on my shoulders. Let me be the brace against reality.
Do you know when we first started being chaotic? When we first left nature. When we left running with the animals and taking in everything so humble. When we placed ourselves above nature. Placing ourselves above something that we are part of! Seems insane, doesnt it? Were we meant to analyze the universe? Of course not. Yet here we are, striving to attain understanding. And I will help in the struggle because perhaps once we reach understanding, if ever, perhaps we will once again reach a state of being in which we are in tune with nature. If you wont allow me to be the brace, let me be the saviour.
Everyones not going to understand you. To know someone takes time. A long long time. And everyone you meet is not going to have that time. Only a few lucky people, perhaps only one will be able to know you almost as well as you do. So what do you do if someone doesnt know who you truly are? Well no body said it was easy. All we can do is package ourselves and serve it. When you look at me, do you see another person, or the infinitly deep void shoved inside my head. Do you just see my eyes or do you look into them. You may think im crazy but theres actually more order in my head than most people. Its so overly ordered that its actually chaotic. So much that it snaps, bends and folds upon itself. My mind consists of another dimension. And so does yours. Do you feel it?
If you wont allow me to be the brace, and you wont allow me to be the saviour, what can I be?
I am me, I am Elliot. I can be the brace, I can be the saviour, I can be what ever you want me to be.