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and in all the usual cracks we've stuck the crimson glue in hopes of holding together this world, although i'm not sure if our efforts are helping or if they are even needed. sometimes its so hard to tell if the world is crumbling or being built, either way too many people are falling through the cracks.
it's almost like a light, a point off far, but not too far, that i just cant seem to reach. and while no one can reach it alone, apparently it takes more strength than any teen movie to really grasp that light. there are those dimmer lights along the way which all too many people mistake for the brightest of them all and find themselves forever stuck in ignorance until they are so attached and fixated on this dim and dieing light that once it burns out and crumbles to dust they are so lost their world starts to tumble as well. i never want to be one of those people, i don't want a light to hold on to that is already fading before i get there.
i want to be blinded by the sheer brilliance as we hold in it our hands. its beauty reflected in the glow of your eyes. eyes that know me so well. i can see right through this, its like a sheer tint on things that just blurs slightly, losing most people and discouraging them from grabing hands and journeying forward. and i know you see like i do, perhaps that starts the spark that we have burning. either way i love its warmth, and it adds a flicker to your eyes that keeps me staring into them, never wanting to blink.
and that lights is growing closer, every word, every thought, every touch, every emotion fuels the fire that sends on towards the light ... and sometimes the anger adds more fuel than any simple heartbeat can. and its those moments after that are beautiful, and its in those moments that i know we can reach the light and seal the cracks. no matter what may happen to our worlds, our will never tragically crumble to lay in ruins ... these fireworks are more brilliant than that. all the crimson that seeps from me, tinted silver by our light, would be given to fill in any cracks that may appear.
it's almost like a light, a point off far, but not too far, that i just cant seem to reach. and while no one can reach it alone, apparently it takes more strength than any teen movie to really grasp that light. there are those dimmer lights along the way which all too many people mistake for the brightest of them all and find themselves forever stuck in ignorance until they are so attached and fixated on this dim and dieing light that once it burns out and crumbles to dust they are so lost their world starts to tumble as well. i never want to be one of those people, i don't want a light to hold on to that is already fading before i get there.
i want to be blinded by the sheer brilliance as we hold in it our hands. its beauty reflected in the glow of your eyes. eyes that know me so well. i can see right through this, its like a sheer tint on things that just blurs slightly, losing most people and discouraging them from grabing hands and journeying forward. and i know you see like i do, perhaps that starts the spark that we have burning. either way i love its warmth, and it adds a flicker to your eyes that keeps me staring into them, never wanting to blink.
and that lights is growing closer, every word, every thought, every touch, every emotion fuels the fire that sends on towards the light ... and sometimes the anger adds more fuel than any simple heartbeat can. and its those moments after that are beautiful, and its in those moments that i know we can reach the light and seal the cracks. no matter what may happen to our worlds, our will never tragically crumble to lay in ruins ... these fireworks are more brilliant than that. all the crimson that seeps from me, tinted silver by our light, would be given to fill in any cracks that may appear.