outward circles
i have this vision in my mind of how things should be..., yet i try and try and cant make it all work out. i cant paint my canvas to protray this idea....
i guess i sometimes feel like there are two hands ripping my entire world into two pieces, draining the life from my aloof yet fragile soul. the hands...,, they are mine. this battle is a battle with my reflection. my soul yearns for certainty, when i myself dont know what is certain. i fear my everything will never be good enough, although i rarely offer it all. make sense?!?!? i want to be a whole me...., full of complete undersanding and content. I want to be strong. the weight on my shoulders are bags i have offered to carry. i spin,, sometimes into utter chaos....when all i need is peace. i believe in something that i cannot find....
i have broken, i have mended, but once there is a hole, the existence is never the same. i will never be innocent again, i will never be whole, i will never again breathe in life and see its purity. i will forever chase a first time high.
i want to know who i am......
i guess i sometimes feel like there are two hands ripping my entire world into two pieces, draining the life from my aloof yet fragile soul. the hands...,, they are mine. this battle is a battle with my reflection. my soul yearns for certainty, when i myself dont know what is certain. i fear my everything will never be good enough, although i rarely offer it all. make sense?!?!? i want to be a whole me...., full of complete undersanding and content. I want to be strong. the weight on my shoulders are bags i have offered to carry. i spin,, sometimes into utter chaos....when all i need is peace. i believe in something that i cannot find....
i have broken, i have mended, but once there is a hole, the existence is never the same. i will never be innocent again, i will never be whole, i will never again breathe in life and see its purity. i will forever chase a first time high.
i want to know who i am......