There Can Be No Answers When There Are No Questions
You heard it and it registered in that spot in your brain where all the bad things sit. You said "what" when you knew exactly "what" was spoken. It was uttered so quicky that you needed a moment to find your bearings. It's easy to get lost when the compass in your head is on the fritz. It's easy to slip up when you're shaken in that way. A fleeting glimpse into a bright future can sometimes send you straight back to your dark past. A whisper of companionship won't always help you sleep better when there's lonesome times on the horizon.
The morning came and the lights of the streets retired. No one knows where they go but they always come back when the black seems poised to take over. It's one of the only constants in life. It may not be fitting but it may be the only place the darkness is temporarily defeated. In a room with a window that lets in just enough light to see the notebook in your hand; you draw what you see when you close your eyes. You draw what you see when your eyes are closed for you. The faint sound of charcoal meeting paper is soothing and even the loud noises in the adjacent rooms can't pull you from the trance. The slamming door and the sillouette however, will do just that.
The time has come to be silent. The time has come to shutdown and shut off your senses. You shuffle inside your head to find the compass that fell from the center of your brain. If you can just find the right direction you'll be ok, at least that is what you tell yourself, you haven't found it yet but it must be the case. If years of looking can only lead to sadness then years of finding have to lead to something better. The pressure is getting to be too much and you need to release in the only way you can. A scream falls on deaf ears and your eyes open. The first tear blazes a trail, a pathway for many more to follow. Their destination is unknown but they seem to be in quite a hurry to get there. If there was wind they would dry but there is no wind, there is only breath.
This was never what you would have expected when you were small and innocent. It was never what you imagined when you were asked what you wanted to be when you "grew up". It would seem that things turned out much better in the movie version of your life. This was never a film and it hardly passes for a story because it happens every day. Silence is the most deadly weapon of all and it is being used to win a war at home every day. There is a voice that wants to be heard every day. There is a moment for change every day. Finally, there is worth inside of you and it should be felt every day.
The morning came and the lights of the streets retired. No one knows where they go but they always come back when the black seems poised to take over. It's one of the only constants in life. It may not be fitting but it may be the only place the darkness is temporarily defeated. In a room with a window that lets in just enough light to see the notebook in your hand; you draw what you see when you close your eyes. You draw what you see when your eyes are closed for you. The faint sound of charcoal meeting paper is soothing and even the loud noises in the adjacent rooms can't pull you from the trance. The slamming door and the sillouette however, will do just that.
The time has come to be silent. The time has come to shutdown and shut off your senses. You shuffle inside your head to find the compass that fell from the center of your brain. If you can just find the right direction you'll be ok, at least that is what you tell yourself, you haven't found it yet but it must be the case. If years of looking can only lead to sadness then years of finding have to lead to something better. The pressure is getting to be too much and you need to release in the only way you can. A scream falls on deaf ears and your eyes open. The first tear blazes a trail, a pathway for many more to follow. Their destination is unknown but they seem to be in quite a hurry to get there. If there was wind they would dry but there is no wind, there is only breath.
This was never what you would have expected when you were small and innocent. It was never what you imagined when you were asked what you wanted to be when you "grew up". It would seem that things turned out much better in the movie version of your life. This was never a film and it hardly passes for a story because it happens every day. Silence is the most deadly weapon of all and it is being used to win a war at home every day. There is a voice that wants to be heard every day. There is a moment for change every day. Finally, there is worth inside of you and it should be felt every day.