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I feel like a wild stalion ...
Born to race free upon the open plains, living by noones rules but the riseing sun, and the full moon.
Being .. alive .. free ... and who I was born to be.
But noone has enough patience to uncodnitionally love for someone as wild as I ... *sigh*
Noone has the will to tame me ...
Nor the patience to be part of something grand, and yet .... so small.
Blood, Sweat, and Tears ... Thats always been my philosiphy ... I feel so alone in my views. As if Im the one whos truly jaded.
Why am I thinking more and more about family? Not my imediate family ... But having one of my own ...
Im still in college for crying out loud ...
I know it's still far on the horizon ... Very far ... It takes me so long to love someone like that. I suppose it takes me even longer to form a complete and unbreakable will and attachment to someone.
Isn't that worth it though?
Am I even worth anyones effort?
But what is the goal of a future .. without the immediate pressence .. Of what truly is the essence?
That .. magical .. incredible spark.
That makes your heart sing in every language, and causes you to write the greatest poetry, or sing the best songs, just for the heck of it.
When you care so much .. You sacrifice time of your own life .. For someone who is close to your heart. Going out of your way, to leave annoying sweet nothings just for the discovery of someone special ...
And it all seems to go unnoticed without so much as a seccond glance ...
It makes you feel worthless.
The way into my shattered heart is more of a complicated maze than a direct route ...
Perhaps Im too complicated for my own good.
I didn't ask to be this way ...
Sometimes I wonder .. If I even want to be me.
I am a wild spirit ... Catch me if you can.
But hold onto me once you've caught me ... Cause no matter how far I run ... I leave so much of my self where I've been ...
This is the Animal ive become. I am, and will continue to be.
Live ... Or start dieing.
"It's just all over your head."
"Id rather run the other way than stay and see the smoke and who's still standing when it clears."
"Later ... Space Cowboy."
Born to race free upon the open plains, living by noones rules but the riseing sun, and the full moon.
Being .. alive .. free ... and who I was born to be.
But noone has enough patience to uncodnitionally love for someone as wild as I ... *sigh*
Noone has the will to tame me ...
Nor the patience to be part of something grand, and yet .... so small.
Blood, Sweat, and Tears ... Thats always been my philosiphy ... I feel so alone in my views. As if Im the one whos truly jaded.
Why am I thinking more and more about family? Not my imediate family ... But having one of my own ...
Im still in college for crying out loud ...
I know it's still far on the horizon ... Very far ... It takes me so long to love someone like that. I suppose it takes me even longer to form a complete and unbreakable will and attachment to someone.
Isn't that worth it though?
Am I even worth anyones effort?
But what is the goal of a future .. without the immediate pressence .. Of what truly is the essence?
That .. magical .. incredible spark.
That makes your heart sing in every language, and causes you to write the greatest poetry, or sing the best songs, just for the heck of it.
When you care so much .. You sacrifice time of your own life .. For someone who is close to your heart. Going out of your way, to leave annoying sweet nothings just for the discovery of someone special ...
And it all seems to go unnoticed without so much as a seccond glance ...
It makes you feel worthless.
The way into my shattered heart is more of a complicated maze than a direct route ...
Perhaps Im too complicated for my own good.
I didn't ask to be this way ...
Sometimes I wonder .. If I even want to be me.
I am a wild spirit ... Catch me if you can.
But hold onto me once you've caught me ... Cause no matter how far I run ... I leave so much of my self where I've been ...
This is the Animal ive become. I am, and will continue to be.
Live ... Or start dieing.
"It's just all over your head."
"Id rather run the other way than stay and see the smoke and who's still standing when it clears."
"Later ... Space Cowboy."