Much Ado About Nothing
Current Mood Music: Coldplay - Viva La Vida, Cold - Cure My Tragedy (A Letter To God), Hinder - By The Way, Blue October - Into The Ocean
I am about to fucking scream. I spent 2 hours writing this just to have my computer to spaz and lose it all. FUCKING SNGNDJFHGFHDFHG
WHATEVER HERE GOES AGAIN! FUCK LIVE JOURNAL FOR BEING SO STUPID! Lets see if I can remember most of it at least..
I needed to open up and say how I feel without really saying it.. I haven't the freedom to speak to those who may listen so I will speak in riddles and lay in wait for those who can hear my words most clearly.
To "untrained" eyes this will most likely make no sense and confuse.. Enjoy
There was once a time when freedom and peace meant the same thing. But now there is much ado about nothing as our very freedoms and person are being threatened by the chains of fate. Holding us back as we try to break free of them the chains rip and tear until we can no longer tell fact from fiction. Slipping one hand free from the chains we reach forward and open the flood gates to another world only to find the once solid ground of the old world had been washed away by the waves of the unknown. The lighthouse that had always brought us home with its light had now faded out in the distance as we frantically tried to find our way. The once a blinding pillar of certainty is now nothing more than an anchor of confusion that keeps us floating deep at sea waiting for the flood waters to subside.
Now held down by the clouds of uncertainty we move forward and follow a path we cannot see thats based on blind frustrations that we have lost control of. Having thrown the first stone deep into the ocean only to taste the ripples of what could of been we have let loose a tidal wave of destruction that threatens to destroy the core of who we really are. The core we hid away and grew to ignore to keep safe from being destroyed by the torrents of pain. Revealed once again by the current we brought down upon it, our core seeks safety in the nearest shore where it may find the calmness of hope; hope of a new life. Scared and confused we try to figure out if this shore is where we always belonged or if it is only a resting place until we can regain our strength. The strength to see through the storm on these high seas of turmoil and find the way back to the lighthouse that once led the way.
But in this time of need there is much ado about nothing.. For nothing is what can be done. Never give your hand to a drowning man because all he will do is take you down with him. The ocean is fierce and all there is to do is to wait for the storm to pass in hope that clearer skies will show us where we should go from here.
Final Thoughts: Blessed be my memory.. I remembered almost all of it exactly and even added more to it. I feel I am being completely obvious here but maybe I'm not. I wonder if any of you will understand what I am saying here. Well, good Luck. But enough of riddles and complexity.. My mask must be returned to my face, cya on the flip side.
Good night room, Good night moon, Good night cow that jumped over the moon... Good night computers and blinking lights, Good night Magic 8 Ball and my four towels. Good night Squish. Good night Teddy. And good night to the riddled troubles of my mind. Good night world I'll cya when I need ya. Peace out ya'll
I am about to fucking scream. I spent 2 hours writing this just to have my computer to spaz and lose it all. FUCKING SNGNDJFHGFHDFHG
WHATEVER HERE GOES AGAIN! FUCK LIVE JOURNAL FOR BEING SO STUPID! Lets see if I can remember most of it at least..
I needed to open up and say how I feel without really saying it.. I haven't the freedom to speak to those who may listen so I will speak in riddles and lay in wait for those who can hear my words most clearly.
To "untrained" eyes this will most likely make no sense and confuse.. Enjoy
There was once a time when freedom and peace meant the same thing. But now there is much ado about nothing as our very freedoms and person are being threatened by the chains of fate. Holding us back as we try to break free of them the chains rip and tear until we can no longer tell fact from fiction. Slipping one hand free from the chains we reach forward and open the flood gates to another world only to find the once solid ground of the old world had been washed away by the waves of the unknown. The lighthouse that had always brought us home with its light had now faded out in the distance as we frantically tried to find our way. The once a blinding pillar of certainty is now nothing more than an anchor of confusion that keeps us floating deep at sea waiting for the flood waters to subside.
Now held down by the clouds of uncertainty we move forward and follow a path we cannot see thats based on blind frustrations that we have lost control of. Having thrown the first stone deep into the ocean only to taste the ripples of what could of been we have let loose a tidal wave of destruction that threatens to destroy the core of who we really are. The core we hid away and grew to ignore to keep safe from being destroyed by the torrents of pain. Revealed once again by the current we brought down upon it, our core seeks safety in the nearest shore where it may find the calmness of hope; hope of a new life. Scared and confused we try to figure out if this shore is where we always belonged or if it is only a resting place until we can regain our strength. The strength to see through the storm on these high seas of turmoil and find the way back to the lighthouse that once led the way.
But in this time of need there is much ado about nothing.. For nothing is what can be done. Never give your hand to a drowning man because all he will do is take you down with him. The ocean is fierce and all there is to do is to wait for the storm to pass in hope that clearer skies will show us where we should go from here.
Final Thoughts: Blessed be my memory.. I remembered almost all of it exactly and even added more to it. I feel I am being completely obvious here but maybe I'm not. I wonder if any of you will understand what I am saying here. Well, good Luck. But enough of riddles and complexity.. My mask must be returned to my face, cya on the flip side.
Good night room, Good night moon, Good night cow that jumped over the moon... Good night computers and blinking lights, Good night Magic 8 Ball and my four towels. Good night Squish. Good night Teddy. And good night to the riddled troubles of my mind. Good night world I'll cya when I need ya. Peace out ya'll