It Has To Exist
It's out there.
I can be there and I I will know that all I have searched for all these years is there and it exists and it is real. And I will know.
Let me try to find the words.
I want that peace. And the peace that comes out of a moment of true passion. Of eternity. She has to be out there. She has to exist. That girl I have dreamt of (literally) all my life. She has to exist. I know her face and I know her mind I just don't know where she is. But I will hold her and I will know, finally, that it has come. And then I can kiss her and she will kiss nback. And I will know that she DOES want to be there with me. I can stop worrying. I can just give. I can't describe pefection, but it will be.
I don't have all the answers. I know I am a fucked-up person. I have a twisted view of reality and I get lost in my own head way too often. I have done terrible things and , well, where does it end? I want so much to believe.
If I cannot trust myself. If I cannot believe that I can overcome myself. Where does that put me? What does that make me? When you fight youself every day, why do you believe that things will change.
"Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name."
"A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness."
-Owen
There is nothing to see.
I can be there and I I will know that all I have searched for all these years is there and it exists and it is real. And I will know.
Let me try to find the words.
I want that peace. And the peace that comes out of a moment of true passion. Of eternity. She has to be out there. She has to exist. That girl I have dreamt of (literally) all my life. She has to exist. I know her face and I know her mind I just don't know where she is. But I will hold her and I will know, finally, that it has come. And then I can kiss her and she will kiss nback. And I will know that she DOES want to be there with me. I can stop worrying. I can just give. I can't describe pefection, but it will be.
I don't have all the answers. I know I am a fucked-up person. I have a twisted view of reality and I get lost in my own head way too often. I have done terrible things and , well, where does it end? I want so much to believe.
If I cannot trust myself. If I cannot believe that I can overcome myself. Where does that put me? What does that make me? When you fight youself every day, why do you believe that things will change.
"Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name."
"A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness."
-Owen
There is nothing to see.