Over the weekend...
I'm going somewhere. Somewhere far. Close to nature and the calm sea. I want some sand on my feet. Feel the cold breeze at night and the warm sunshine early dawn. And think.
It goes back to my theory of the little boy and his first time at the beach. He is so amazed and intrigued by the whole of it and so he goes to grab a handful of sand to keep. But, he notices that the stronger his grip is on the sand in his hand, the faster it starts slipping through his fingers. He doesn't understand it, so he keeps trying to grab more and more handfuls with stronger grips and each time, same effect. He finally realizes that the beauty of it is that letting the sand sit still in your hands can go a lot further than trying to keep it to yourself. Think about it.
fast paced life in a fast paced world
inside a head full of nonstop whirls
questions lay in the heart will always be
but never blind that light it is you i see
from dust and dirt, rags and not riches
a mended heart full of tender loving stitches
invade my life as if youve never been
for truth be told used from my every limb
forgive and forgotten is granted mercy
run never hide, foolishness born inside me
never satisfying deserved amount of thanks
regardless, never ending care and presence
blurry the life without the proper leader
wisdom for three parts, learned of a teacher
So yeah. I'm leaving. Right now. Please leave a comment and tell me you ADORE me to the least. *sighs*
Going from boy to man, one day at a time.
IN A NUTSHELL:
chris: hopeless romantic
chris: thinking (future: fucked up??)
It goes back to my theory of the little boy and his first time at the beach. He is so amazed and intrigued by the whole of it and so he goes to grab a handful of sand to keep. But, he notices that the stronger his grip is on the sand in his hand, the faster it starts slipping through his fingers. He doesn't understand it, so he keeps trying to grab more and more handfuls with stronger grips and each time, same effect. He finally realizes that the beauty of it is that letting the sand sit still in your hands can go a lot further than trying to keep it to yourself. Think about it.
fast paced life in a fast paced world
inside a head full of nonstop whirls
questions lay in the heart will always be
but never blind that light it is you i see
from dust and dirt, rags and not riches
a mended heart full of tender loving stitches
invade my life as if youve never been
for truth be told used from my every limb
forgive and forgotten is granted mercy
run never hide, foolishness born inside me
never satisfying deserved amount of thanks
regardless, never ending care and presence
blurry the life without the proper leader
wisdom for three parts, learned of a teacher
So yeah. I'm leaving. Right now. Please leave a comment and tell me you ADORE me to the least. *sighs*
Going from boy to man, one day at a time.
IN A NUTSHELL:
chris: hopeless romantic
chris: thinking (future: fucked up??)