bring notebooks pens and lyrics to border's saturday between 3 and 12!
Taking Back Sunday
Are you out there?
Are you reading?
I was listening.
I know the answer.
Could you feel it coming, out of nowhere, are you reading?
Should the end be written before the beginning? What if you had no choice?
Are you reading? I was listening.
Are you brave enough to believe I know the answer? Do you "remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never comprimise"? I DO. It feels incredible.
Are you reading?
My whole entire life has added up to taking back Sunday.
Will you keep reading? I kept listening. I told all my friends. Will you tell yours?
What if all of a sudden, you heard, "I am vindicated, I am selfish, I am wrong. I am right, I swear I'm right, I swear I knew it all along." And felt all four I's of vindication and just knew you were right?
Are you reading? I was listening.
What if all of a sudden, you could see the future, and you found it in every influence of your past, the people, the places, the movies, the music. What if after 21 years of having no idea how it all comes together the pieces of the puzzle connect overnight? What if no one can understand and the only way to get them there is through your writing? What if every hole is filled and you know that making your own world a reality is the only way to change the world. Would you be brave enough to believe YOU know the answer?
Are you still reading?
What if you knew that by sharing what you knew, you could start a Renaissance, you could be rich, but the reason you knew you had to share it was because the people you love will never be able to understand it in conversation. They won't be able to feel what you feel, the complete wholeness we're all searching for, and if they can't feel it you will always feel guilty for it. What if a girl you more or less just met made all the connections come in droves, and you didn't know what else to do except pour your soul into a notebook and give it to her, regardless of the consequence, and knowing that you can't rely on her to be the person your heart sees her as. You know that by giving her this, you lose any hope of anything but all or nothing, because the only way this works is if it goes from a whisper to a cannon, with complete faith that the cannonball will find it's mark if it's meant to.
Are you reading? I was listening.
What if everyone has everything backwards?
What if the world is heaven or hell as a single plane of existence and which your world molds into is a creation all your own? What if everything happens for a reason but every choice is your own? What if we can all get to that place as long as we get there our own way and noone else's? What if we never stopped believing in the impossible, in miracles. Would you be brave enough to KNOW you were right? What if once you really and truly know what is exactly right for your world and you follow it, everything becomes a sign. A sign that you are moving towards where you want to go, a future that you can see. What if you always lived like you knew your path was bringing you somewhere incredible, you just didn't know how, and then you did. And the weight of the world just melted off your shoulders. And you knew how to help people get there with you, to feel what we are meant to feel like again. What if very few people were capable of believing? Would you be brave enough to share it, selflessly giving yourself and what you gained to anyone who is looking for it? Would you keep it secret, so it seemed you had this power no one else did to shape the world around you?
Are you still reading?
"Repetition makes an impression."
I was listening.
What if in the moment this all came together was the first time that "selfish" was anything but a word, the feeling you had truly never known. What if you had been the crying shoulder for anyone who deserved it, taken in everyone else's pain like it was your own. What if in that moment of pure selfishness, you were a new person. But you were the same person. And it was clear that what you had to do to make this all happen was to selfishly share what you so selflessly gained. What if first you asked for the key from everyone you love, and tomorrow, you will be able to count the notebooks, the pens, the lyrics, and see how many of the people you believe in believe in you. What if they don't come? Will you still be brave enough to share because you know with your entire heart and soul that you have to, that you want your life? Can you believe that you DESERVE everything to feel like the movies?
Are you brave enough to keep reading?
I swear I'll keep listening.
Are you out there?
Are you reading?
I was listening.
I know the answer.
Could you feel it coming, out of nowhere, are you reading?
Should the end be written before the beginning? What if you had no choice?
Are you reading? I was listening.
Are you brave enough to believe I know the answer? Do you "remember what made us think that we were wise and we'd never comprimise"? I DO. It feels incredible.
Are you reading?
My whole entire life has added up to taking back Sunday.
Will you keep reading? I kept listening. I told all my friends. Will you tell yours?
What if all of a sudden, you heard, "I am vindicated, I am selfish, I am wrong. I am right, I swear I'm right, I swear I knew it all along." And felt all four I's of vindication and just knew you were right?
Are you reading? I was listening.
What if all of a sudden, you could see the future, and you found it in every influence of your past, the people, the places, the movies, the music. What if after 21 years of having no idea how it all comes together the pieces of the puzzle connect overnight? What if no one can understand and the only way to get them there is through your writing? What if every hole is filled and you know that making your own world a reality is the only way to change the world. Would you be brave enough to believe YOU know the answer?
Are you still reading?
What if you knew that by sharing what you knew, you could start a Renaissance, you could be rich, but the reason you knew you had to share it was because the people you love will never be able to understand it in conversation. They won't be able to feel what you feel, the complete wholeness we're all searching for, and if they can't feel it you will always feel guilty for it. What if a girl you more or less just met made all the connections come in droves, and you didn't know what else to do except pour your soul into a notebook and give it to her, regardless of the consequence, and knowing that you can't rely on her to be the person your heart sees her as. You know that by giving her this, you lose any hope of anything but all or nothing, because the only way this works is if it goes from a whisper to a cannon, with complete faith that the cannonball will find it's mark if it's meant to.
Are you reading? I was listening.
What if everyone has everything backwards?
What if the world is heaven or hell as a single plane of existence and which your world molds into is a creation all your own? What if everything happens for a reason but every choice is your own? What if we can all get to that place as long as we get there our own way and noone else's? What if we never stopped believing in the impossible, in miracles. Would you be brave enough to KNOW you were right? What if once you really and truly know what is exactly right for your world and you follow it, everything becomes a sign. A sign that you are moving towards where you want to go, a future that you can see. What if you always lived like you knew your path was bringing you somewhere incredible, you just didn't know how, and then you did. And the weight of the world just melted off your shoulders. And you knew how to help people get there with you, to feel what we are meant to feel like again. What if very few people were capable of believing? Would you be brave enough to share it, selflessly giving yourself and what you gained to anyone who is looking for it? Would you keep it secret, so it seemed you had this power no one else did to shape the world around you?
Are you still reading?
"Repetition makes an impression."
I was listening.
What if in the moment this all came together was the first time that "selfish" was anything but a word, the feeling you had truly never known. What if you had been the crying shoulder for anyone who deserved it, taken in everyone else's pain like it was your own. What if in that moment of pure selfishness, you were a new person. But you were the same person. And it was clear that what you had to do to make this all happen was to selfishly share what you so selflessly gained. What if first you asked for the key from everyone you love, and tomorrow, you will be able to count the notebooks, the pens, the lyrics, and see how many of the people you believe in believe in you. What if they don't come? Will you still be brave enough to share because you know with your entire heart and soul that you have to, that you want your life? Can you believe that you DESERVE everything to feel like the movies?
Are you brave enough to keep reading?
I swear I'll keep listening.