all the stars and boulevards
Everyday I have a vision-
The vision is for that day
A representation of my emotion, my thought
All bundled into something that only I can truly understand
But something that can be used, in its beauty to mean things to everyone...
I rarely write them down because I believe their importance to lie mainly in my connection with each one at the moment and I doubt greatly that anyone would truly care or understand them...
I’ve become a million miles away...
My image for today was the strongest one I’ve had in a while
Of late, they have been mere footprints compared to my older visions...
Two forces stand facing one another
The weaker and stronger sides of something beautiful
Perhaps love, but on reverse war is just as likely-
Perhaps the two are truly one, just as these two forces
Simply, divided by fear
Watching all the insects march along...
The stronger force looks deeply into the weaker
And her knees begin to lock down
The weaker force’s bones splinter out against her skin
The weak force is now bowing to the strong
And the strong force stands bolder now
Seem to know just right where they belong...
The weaker force cries out for mercy
Offering, rather than her peace, her heart
The weak force removes her heart
And with broken arms holds out her offering
Body shaking with fear and indignity
Why do you get all the love in the world...
The stronger force observes the brilliant light
Now emitting from the heart held in the weaker force’s broken limbs
And now feels the power coming from that as well
She observes it with curiosity and scrutiny
And prods deeper into the weaker force
Why do you get all the love in the world...
The weaker force closes her eyes
Summoning all of her strength
And in this swirl of brilliance
She bursts forth screaming
And her heart swims forth
Into the arms of the stronger force
Why do you get all the love in the world...
The stronger force rushes forward
Receiving the heart before its brilliance had diminished
And as she took up the glowing heart
The weaker of the two fell to the ground
She became consumed with hate
And her splintered bones returned
To the dust whence they had come from
i try. everyday i wake up and i try my hardest... to simply to a positive contribution...
i will never forgive myself for the negative contributions i have made... because i fear you will never forgive me for them...
my vision today hurt, comming on like some kind of demonic possession... i simply wanted to run from everything- every one...
but here i sit.
tomorrow, i'm going to wake up and i'm going to try. i'm going to wake up just like today and try my hardest... to simply be a positive contribution... to whatever this place is, whatever kind of idea life is, and for whatever power reigns over all.
i realized i couldn't run. because this is life. my mistakes are just that, and no greater than anyone elses.
i'm ready to live- i simply don't know how to begin.
The vision is for that day
A representation of my emotion, my thought
All bundled into something that only I can truly understand
But something that can be used, in its beauty to mean things to everyone...
I rarely write them down because I believe their importance to lie mainly in my connection with each one at the moment and I doubt greatly that anyone would truly care or understand them...
I’ve become a million miles away...
My image for today was the strongest one I’ve had in a while
Of late, they have been mere footprints compared to my older visions...
Two forces stand facing one another
The weaker and stronger sides of something beautiful
Perhaps love, but on reverse war is just as likely-
Perhaps the two are truly one, just as these two forces
Simply, divided by fear
Watching all the insects march along...
The stronger force looks deeply into the weaker
And her knees begin to lock down
The weaker force’s bones splinter out against her skin
The weak force is now bowing to the strong
And the strong force stands bolder now
Seem to know just right where they belong...
The weaker force cries out for mercy
Offering, rather than her peace, her heart
The weak force removes her heart
And with broken arms holds out her offering
Body shaking with fear and indignity
Why do you get all the love in the world...
The stronger force observes the brilliant light
Now emitting from the heart held in the weaker force’s broken limbs
And now feels the power coming from that as well
She observes it with curiosity and scrutiny
And prods deeper into the weaker force
Why do you get all the love in the world...
The weaker force closes her eyes
Summoning all of her strength
And in this swirl of brilliance
She bursts forth screaming
And her heart swims forth
Into the arms of the stronger force
Why do you get all the love in the world...
The stronger force rushes forward
Receiving the heart before its brilliance had diminished
And as she took up the glowing heart
The weaker of the two fell to the ground
She became consumed with hate
And her splintered bones returned
To the dust whence they had come from
i try. everyday i wake up and i try my hardest... to simply to a positive contribution...
i will never forgive myself for the negative contributions i have made... because i fear you will never forgive me for them...
my vision today hurt, comming on like some kind of demonic possession... i simply wanted to run from everything- every one...
but here i sit.
tomorrow, i'm going to wake up and i'm going to try. i'm going to wake up just like today and try my hardest... to simply be a positive contribution... to whatever this place is, whatever kind of idea life is, and for whatever power reigns over all.
i realized i couldn't run. because this is life. my mistakes are just that, and no greater than anyone elses.
i'm ready to live- i simply don't know how to begin.