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So my last post wasn't such a hit to anyone else...but thats ok.
Trying to express myself seems to be a personality trait. But I feel its something too insignificant of a thing to attempt. I feel its pointless sometimes, not because no one listens, or because no one cares, but because I feel it isn't fair to try to explain the unexplainable. I don't think I have ever put anything into words how I wanted it to be translated. Placing emphasis also doesn't have an effect. I wish that I could make that song that you listen to and can feel that someone is behind it, and through that song you can feel what he feels. To share a feeling that is the same is... not often felt. I don't know why I want someone to know an aspect of me, the ones that I don't even understand quite fully myself.
This was is the original poem, right now I am trying to make it into a song. Its fairly old but I like this one
In passing we watch our brother’s die
Feeling no reason we need to cry
The barren ground decorated with new ways to forget
As we all pursue the ways that order no regret
In hopes to cope with what we all know to be true
Made up assurances to help us get through
Hoping that to be enough to let go of our guilt
And to burry it under all of those years of silt
Death and love being brought to you as figments of your imagination
And We're all sharing what its like to be desensitized by association.
Trying to express myself seems to be a personality trait. But I feel its something too insignificant of a thing to attempt. I feel its pointless sometimes, not because no one listens, or because no one cares, but because I feel it isn't fair to try to explain the unexplainable. I don't think I have ever put anything into words how I wanted it to be translated. Placing emphasis also doesn't have an effect. I wish that I could make that song that you listen to and can feel that someone is behind it, and through that song you can feel what he feels. To share a feeling that is the same is... not often felt. I don't know why I want someone to know an aspect of me, the ones that I don't even understand quite fully myself.
This was is the original poem, right now I am trying to make it into a song. Its fairly old but I like this one
In passing we watch our brother’s die
Feeling no reason we need to cry
The barren ground decorated with new ways to forget
As we all pursue the ways that order no regret
In hopes to cope with what we all know to be true
Made up assurances to help us get through
Hoping that to be enough to let go of our guilt
And to burry it under all of those years of silt
Death and love being brought to you as figments of your imagination
And We're all sharing what its like to be desensitized by association.