I did the bun thing with my hair
Minutes were passing and no one seemed to give a damn. Baking in confusion, roasting in thought, you wouldn't have ever thought that the mind would have much to do with cooking. When you become lonely the only damn friend you have is your thoughts with your mind. You get to know them pretty well with all that time you spend together.
Lying unaccompanied with your face covered by your midnight pillow a fierce battle rages between good and evil; the war between right and wrong, the two extremities of the world; the battle which equalizes your internal balance.
Distance between you and everything else is far greater in comparison to reality. The ineffectual inch can seem as large as that grand mile around that god forsaken mall. Hopes of reviving what you once cherished; your sanity. Your goddamn sanity is what you hope to find again. To be relieved of this constant self-sorrow. To become human again instead of this wandering poltergeist would be the greatest gift God could give to man.
Dreams are merely a child’s vision of the world. Broken trusts, traumatic events, and good ol’ psychology sums up everything I know. Life is my river and choices are my currents. Corny as hell, but truthful. I just hope to God that I will someday be rescued from this loop of insanity that we take as being life. Life takes on a different roll depending on how you use it. Life is what you make of it. I’ve heard old folks say that line a few times. The funny and sad thing is, it’s more than true. We all wish it could be easy and perfect, but goddammit what we want is blinded by lies that boil beneath the surface. We don’t know high hell when we see it. Even if a solitary human understood every aspect of the dimensions contain us, they’d still make mistakes. It’s so simple. They’d make the same errors as before. Sheesh, reasoning things out like this can really get you thinking’. It’s all a matter of time before I start rambling on about every damn battle I have between myself and my evil twin I’d like to call myself.
Lying unaccompanied with your face covered by your midnight pillow a fierce battle rages between good and evil; the war between right and wrong, the two extremities of the world; the battle which equalizes your internal balance.
Distance between you and everything else is far greater in comparison to reality. The ineffectual inch can seem as large as that grand mile around that god forsaken mall. Hopes of reviving what you once cherished; your sanity. Your goddamn sanity is what you hope to find again. To be relieved of this constant self-sorrow. To become human again instead of this wandering poltergeist would be the greatest gift God could give to man.
Dreams are merely a child’s vision of the world. Broken trusts, traumatic events, and good ol’ psychology sums up everything I know. Life is my river and choices are my currents. Corny as hell, but truthful. I just hope to God that I will someday be rescued from this loop of insanity that we take as being life. Life takes on a different roll depending on how you use it. Life is what you make of it. I’ve heard old folks say that line a few times. The funny and sad thing is, it’s more than true. We all wish it could be easy and perfect, but goddammit what we want is blinded by lies that boil beneath the surface. We don’t know high hell when we see it. Even if a solitary human understood every aspect of the dimensions contain us, they’d still make mistakes. It’s so simple. They’d make the same errors as before. Sheesh, reasoning things out like this can really get you thinking’. It’s all a matter of time before I start rambling on about every damn battle I have between myself and my evil twin I’d like to call myself.