In the end where I can move along..
Indifferently chill.
Drama. Leave.
I'm becoming _________ until someone makes me feel something real.
I wish I could write, but how can I write when I can't even understand my feelings - that is the only worthy material, and it's indecipherable and in the end, worthless.
But I hope it'll figure itself out soon. I'm sure it's because it's been wound up so much that it got tangled - loose ends, knots, hitches (I love how all these terms are applied to relationships and they say they have no strings attached! Pah!). It was a lot easier when I came home and wrote and cried and knew nothing about everything and knew everything about nothing. Now I know nothing. Period.
In the words of 'a softer world' "I can't remember starting, and I'm never done".
So sleep well, and let it go through you like colliding waves on a cliff - but you're nothing so that crushing isn't there either. Let it go through you like sand through your fingers, finding their way to an hourglass somewhere, stealing your life away. You just let it go, smoke some, drink some, hope for the best.
You just, hope for the best and remember to breathe and in the end it'll be alright.
In the end it'll be alright.
Drama. Leave.
I'm becoming _________ until someone makes me feel something real.
I wish I could write, but how can I write when I can't even understand my feelings - that is the only worthy material, and it's indecipherable and in the end, worthless.
But I hope it'll figure itself out soon. I'm sure it's because it's been wound up so much that it got tangled - loose ends, knots, hitches (I love how all these terms are applied to relationships and they say they have no strings attached! Pah!). It was a lot easier when I came home and wrote and cried and knew nothing about everything and knew everything about nothing. Now I know nothing. Period.
In the words of 'a softer world' "I can't remember starting, and I'm never done".
So sleep well, and let it go through you like colliding waves on a cliff - but you're nothing so that crushing isn't there either. Let it go through you like sand through your fingers, finding their way to an hourglass somewhere, stealing your life away. You just let it go, smoke some, drink some, hope for the best.
You just, hope for the best and remember to breathe and in the end it'll be alright.
In the end it'll be alright.