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our lives are reaching the end of a phase.
we are outgrowing a time frame: the summer.
it isn't so much that we're grown,
but that we have grown.
too big, that is, for our shoes.
or so it seems.
the moon is beauitful tonight, with yellow gold illuminating its half circle face.
it reminds me of how high we always feel
before we fall.
and how we always wonder why we climbed so high
and why we weren't afraid.
i've turned cold.
the places that were tender are now tough
scarred.
i feel your pain like that, but it's not what i need.
these days: their ways a desperate haze, a foggy maze i can't solve
and in the end everything frays to pieces of gold.
_______________________________
i am running from what i know i need while i am still turning back to face my motives. running out of breath out of spirit out of time. i am running away from the mistakes that i've never even had the chance to make. i am running away because i'm afraid of making any mistakes at all. and so my life is lived here: in a book, where nothing is a mistake, where everything is right because there are no rules. what am i so fucking afraid of? how bad is it to fall down? we are much more resilient than i choose to believe. i must learn how to make mistakes so i can feel what it is to be alive. i must admit my failings. i must realize that i will not make the same mistakes as my parents. i must accept the fact that they are dying like a dying flame, they they are giving up burning out, resigning. and i must never accept that from myself.
my life is full of passions and they are what feed my flames. as long as i know how to recognize them, i will be fulfilled.
we are outgrowing a time frame: the summer.
it isn't so much that we're grown,
but that we have grown.
too big, that is, for our shoes.
or so it seems.
the moon is beauitful tonight, with yellow gold illuminating its half circle face.
it reminds me of how high we always feel
before we fall.
and how we always wonder why we climbed so high
and why we weren't afraid.
i've turned cold.
the places that were tender are now tough
scarred.
i feel your pain like that, but it's not what i need.
these days: their ways a desperate haze, a foggy maze i can't solve
and in the end everything frays to pieces of gold.
_______________________________
i am running from what i know i need while i am still turning back to face my motives. running out of breath out of spirit out of time. i am running away from the mistakes that i've never even had the chance to make. i am running away because i'm afraid of making any mistakes at all. and so my life is lived here: in a book, where nothing is a mistake, where everything is right because there are no rules. what am i so fucking afraid of? how bad is it to fall down? we are much more resilient than i choose to believe. i must learn how to make mistakes so i can feel what it is to be alive. i must admit my failings. i must realize that i will not make the same mistakes as my parents. i must accept the fact that they are dying like a dying flame, they they are giving up burning out, resigning. and i must never accept that from myself.
my life is full of passions and they are what feed my flames. as long as i know how to recognize them, i will be fulfilled.