(no subject)
You told me once you were bad luck; I’ve been crawling under ladders that stand tall with no fear of height; crossing the path of every black cat; and breaking every mirror in sight to get you. What we see is what we want, the only disgrace to this is it is only our reality, our observation, everything just sort of fades into the distance and we’re only left to deal with it when what once was present becomes the past. Something distorted in the distance we strive so but can’t resemble.
Maybe I was walking into a dream, a dream of tic-tac-toe’s and leaning on rustic, metal-entwined, fencing, staring off in a deserted baseball field with worn marks where proud players rose to defeat. The paint is chipping off from footprints and seating arrangements for the ultimate spin of a lifetime. No wonder I’m constantly seeking my youth, wondering where it left off and growing up took over.
Maybe I was walking into a dream, a dream of tic-tac-toe’s and leaning on rustic, metal-entwined, fencing, staring off in a deserted baseball field with worn marks where proud players rose to defeat. The paint is chipping off from footprints and seating arrangements for the ultimate spin of a lifetime. No wonder I’m constantly seeking my youth, wondering where it left off and growing up took over.