Feel. Good. Lost.
Everything is a cycle.
Nothing ever remains.
Everything is always changing, but you can't always feel it, it's not always there to feel. The world never stops spinning, the earth never stops changing, neither do you. Everything just goes so fast, it all runs into itself, smears itself, like watercolour, across everything-- your eyes, your mind, you spirit... it lays across you like you were it's paper, like you were it's canvas, and you are blank, except for that one thing, except for that one change.
And we hate it.
Everytime we start spinning, we reach for something solid... to pull ourselves back but... what if we just let ourselves go.
We'd be devoured.
Devoured by the world, the colors, the air... we'd breathe in, we'd fall back, and we'd disapear into a different world.
Close our eyes.
Open our hearts.
We'd live. We'd live.
We'd wake up. In an empty field. With no one around. Nothing but color. Green, yellow, blue above you. And we'd have a fresh start. We'd be able to be young again. To be fresh. To be someone completley different. We'd be able to wake up to a reckoning, a rebirth, and be a child all over again.
We'd wait there until we were picked up again.
And spun around.
And we'd wake up in a city. Everything would be dark. But the lights would be bright. Blinding. And get tangled up in our eyelashes, and we'd see stars all the time. And be someone totally different.
Until it picked us up again.
And we'd fly. We'd fly home. We'd fly back to our friends, to everyone we knew, and they'd be smiling and waiting for us, and when we landed, we'd be exactly who we wanted to be. And everyone would love us. And everyone will love you. And everyone does love you. And believe that, and you'll be O.K.
Everyone will get by o.k. Everyone will hate someone. Everyone will love someone. Everyone will love. Everyone will be loved by someone. Everyone will be loved in return. Everyone will see at least one thing they want to, everyone will do at least one thing they wouldn't. Everyone will be free once. Everyone will breathe, truly breathe. Everyone will open their eyes. Everyone will embrace eachother. Everyone will know sympathy. Everyone will have a best friend. Everyone will hold on to that best friend. Everyone will have a lover. Everyone will love that lover. Everyone will be a child again. Everyone will grow older. And everyone will understand. Everyone will find a band they love more than the world. Everyone will find art they love more than the world. Everyone will find an art for themselves. Everyone will find themselves.
Trust change when it comes to you.
Take my hand.
Take my hand and we'll fly together.
I love you all who read this.
I love you all who don't.
I love you