pathetic...but real
chicka chicka boom boom,
i now know im better than these thoughts that try to come back
and mess with my 'rational' ideas.
THE HEART DOES WIN OVER THE MIND
so when it is broken so is your focus, so is your perspective
I try to fix this but only time can and so i'll have to also
acquire this great skill known as patience.
But I am learning....slowly... but i am.
Until then I am left on my own to figure things out while
there is a play that loops in my head continuously, a scene
which I can't seem to voluntarily end, maybe because I don't really want to.
It takes place in a dark beach and you can hear the waves crashing against some
rocks that have been beautifully placed there so spectators can admire them as they
pass smiling, as if mocking these lonely still objects.
Well on another random thought, trust me there are lots, I find myself thinking back at
my younger years and wondering how maybe we were all born as stick figures and as time
went by we developed a thirst for more detail, not thinking it would just bring us more
complications. And now I only thirst for the simplicity i once had, just to be a "stick figure"
again. Ah one last thought of the night, that i cant help but keep stumbling upon,
WHY DO WE TREAT EACHOTHER AS IF WE WERE DEAD? the day will come when this is true and the tears
we cry won't be honest ones since we both know we weren't dead before.
ugh i only bring this up because i know i failed my history final today ::tear::
i now know im better than these thoughts that try to come back
and mess with my 'rational' ideas.
THE HEART DOES WIN OVER THE MIND
so when it is broken so is your focus, so is your perspective
I try to fix this but only time can and so i'll have to also
acquire this great skill known as patience.
But I am learning....slowly... but i am.
Until then I am left on my own to figure things out while
there is a play that loops in my head continuously, a scene
which I can't seem to voluntarily end, maybe because I don't really want to.
It takes place in a dark beach and you can hear the waves crashing against some
rocks that have been beautifully placed there so spectators can admire them as they
pass smiling, as if mocking these lonely still objects.
Well on another random thought, trust me there are lots, I find myself thinking back at
my younger years and wondering how maybe we were all born as stick figures and as time
went by we developed a thirst for more detail, not thinking it would just bring us more
complications. And now I only thirst for the simplicity i once had, just to be a "stick figure"
again. Ah one last thought of the night, that i cant help but keep stumbling upon,
WHY DO WE TREAT EACHOTHER AS IF WE WERE DEAD? the day will come when this is true and the tears
we cry won't be honest ones since we both know we weren't dead before.
ugh i only bring this up because i know i failed my history final today ::tear::