one hundred foot faces of god's good ocean gone wrong.
something was bothering me before i fell asleep last night. i can remember trying to figure out why i was in such a shitty mood and why my stomach hurt so much and the next thing i know it's 9am. trying to sort out my thoughts, i narrowly missed having a head-on collision with a cement truck. i hope this wasn't some sign. i hope this wasn't life telling me to not sweat the small shit. simply because, sometimes you need to. sometimes you need to figure out what makes you choose one word over the next from time to time. why you glanced twice, instead of once. why fleeting can be mistaken for furious.
i thought about the people who left me behind. i thought about the people who i've left behind. i can't decide if i'm more of a person without them or if they are worse off without me. in a lifetime, are you better off having broken promises or fantastic dreams? i'm not so sure i'd want the latter. suppose your life is glorious and fulfilling and you work hard and you're well-liked...is that what you want? when you were that little kid laying in the grass looking at the clouds speed over your head like faces flying past yours on a carnival ride, are you who you always wanted to be?
then i scratch my head. twice. maybe three times. am i just long-winded and fanatic. is this just long-winded and fanatic? are you just long-winded and fanatic?
suppose again, people's faces are mountains for your soul. the wrinkles in their clothes are your next foothold. can you see yourself? can you find yourself? do you see me? i'm hanging on for dear life. just below your waistline, my fingers can barely grasp your belt loop. my back breaks each time you step forward and back, slamming into your thigh.
is it right, or not right, to think of life minus defeat or distraction? the real adventures don't come in traveling to far away places. they are in the subtle, discreet looks from across the room. they are inside the hearts and minds. before the thoughts travel out into the air. i've got things to do tomorrow, but all that really matters is today. each new person in my life or each person who leaves my life or each life i leave is a reaction to an action that was intentionally for someone else's reaction. try standing still when you are on the track and the train is about to hit you.
did you ever think that maybe if you tried to get out of the way, that'd you miss something
or more importantly, someone?
i thought about the people who left me behind. i thought about the people who i've left behind. i can't decide if i'm more of a person without them or if they are worse off without me. in a lifetime, are you better off having broken promises or fantastic dreams? i'm not so sure i'd want the latter. suppose your life is glorious and fulfilling and you work hard and you're well-liked...is that what you want? when you were that little kid laying in the grass looking at the clouds speed over your head like faces flying past yours on a carnival ride, are you who you always wanted to be?
then i scratch my head. twice. maybe three times. am i just long-winded and fanatic. is this just long-winded and fanatic? are you just long-winded and fanatic?
suppose again, people's faces are mountains for your soul. the wrinkles in their clothes are your next foothold. can you see yourself? can you find yourself? do you see me? i'm hanging on for dear life. just below your waistline, my fingers can barely grasp your belt loop. my back breaks each time you step forward and back, slamming into your thigh.
is it right, or not right, to think of life minus defeat or distraction? the real adventures don't come in traveling to far away places. they are in the subtle, discreet looks from across the room. they are inside the hearts and minds. before the thoughts travel out into the air. i've got things to do tomorrow, but all that really matters is today. each new person in my life or each person who leaves my life or each life i leave is a reaction to an action that was intentionally for someone else's reaction. try standing still when you are on the track and the train is about to hit you.
did you ever think that maybe if you tried to get out of the way, that'd you miss something
or more importantly, someone?