I wrote this last night...
I wrote this in my own journal last night
But I decided I love it.... so I'm typing it now.
It's crazy how much the air quality can make someone think. Nights like tonight leave me pensive...and a little contemplative.
I would sit in front of this window for hours, staring at the city lights, and feeling the cool breeze hit my face.
The chills, a minor feeling of relief...
It reminds me I'm alive, A reminder I need time to time.
A reminder that says...
"life is yours, choose your path -- but whatever happens, don't look back."
"Take your choice, Run with it..."
NO REGRETS
Just a life to live. YOUR life to live...
So then why is it so hard to control?
Why is it so hard to take hold of?
Reality becomes almost a foriegn concept, and it's almost like you lose sight of who you are.
If this is honestly what I'm sinking back into?
A mindless, self concious, pretending fool...
A million little lies behind a smile.
I loke to think I'm okay
I like to believe I'm cured...
But, nights like tonight I just lose it.
I'm looking down at myself.
NO REGRETS.
Just disappointment....
My own biggest fan,
My own ultimate enemy.
ME.
Sweet, unrelenting nightmares.
Pensive, refreshing daydreams.
Control. Reality. Life.
Who am I again?
But I decided I love it.... so I'm typing it now.
It's crazy how much the air quality can make someone think. Nights like tonight leave me pensive...and a little contemplative.
I would sit in front of this window for hours, staring at the city lights, and feeling the cool breeze hit my face.
The chills, a minor feeling of relief...
It reminds me I'm alive, A reminder I need time to time.
A reminder that says...
"life is yours, choose your path -- but whatever happens, don't look back."
"Take your choice, Run with it..."
NO REGRETS
Just a life to live. YOUR life to live...
So then why is it so hard to control?
Why is it so hard to take hold of?
Reality becomes almost a foriegn concept, and it's almost like you lose sight of who you are.
If this is honestly what I'm sinking back into?
A mindless, self concious, pretending fool...
A million little lies behind a smile.
I loke to think I'm okay
I like to believe I'm cured...
But, nights like tonight I just lose it.
I'm looking down at myself.
NO REGRETS.
Just disappointment....
My own biggest fan,
My own ultimate enemy.
ME.
Sweet, unrelenting nightmares.
Pensive, refreshing daydreams.
Control. Reality. Life.
Who am I again?