Ever seen your own reflection...
As i sit here, listening to Pelican as loud as possible to drown out my surroudings on my headphones, smoking a ciggarette Chris was nice enough to leave me, i continplate many things.
this is not a poem.
this is not meant to make anyone feel anything. don't worry, i never did during its writing.
this isnt meant for pity, or even meant to be read, so just forget it exists, like the sand castle we all built on the beach when we were 4 or 5, thinking out life would be perfect and full of hope, like the grains of an empire holding your dreams. you never realize that the moment you wlked away from it, high tide came and crushed everything that meant anything to you at that age. as life does.
So just stop reading.
These letters were never here.
Back to what i was writing.
I sit here, and i think about every turn. Like a rain storm against a window, trickling down, we all take different paths. Some better, some worse. Every speck of rain ends up the same, never really going anywhere, while constantly moving.
Water wishes it could stand still or take a night off.
What has lead me to where i am? Can you awnser a rhetorical question? Is silence even a response? If so it is fitting.
My mom got out of the hospital today. Not becasue a doctor discharged her, but becasue she was fed up and wanted to leave.
So quick to their beds when a night ends, not realizing a casket is far to comfortable for eternity.
If you could change your life would you?
If you could change you, would you?
Would that solve all your problems, or create more.
Sometimes i wonder why i was put on earth. sometimes i wonder why i am alive.
And the universe shook when the man asked him why, not out of anger, but out of frustration for not knowing how to respond.
Nathan is sleeping on my bed. He makes me so happy and makes me see all the good in this world.
But much like life, a speck of good does nothing ot ease the suffering of the masses.
I am not sure how i feel at all right now, but i wish i wasnt here, and i wish that i could do some things in my life differently.
But much life everyone else in life, i find a place that is semi comfortable, and i stay there.
We all just want peace and comfort.
Words that no longer exist in this day and age.
The world is killing itself, becasue its where we go from here....
this is not a poem.
this is not meant to make anyone feel anything. don't worry, i never did during its writing.
this isnt meant for pity, or even meant to be read, so just forget it exists, like the sand castle we all built on the beach when we were 4 or 5, thinking out life would be perfect and full of hope, like the grains of an empire holding your dreams. you never realize that the moment you wlked away from it, high tide came and crushed everything that meant anything to you at that age. as life does.
So just stop reading.
These letters were never here.
Back to what i was writing.
I sit here, and i think about every turn. Like a rain storm against a window, trickling down, we all take different paths. Some better, some worse. Every speck of rain ends up the same, never really going anywhere, while constantly moving.
Water wishes it could stand still or take a night off.
What has lead me to where i am? Can you awnser a rhetorical question? Is silence even a response? If so it is fitting.
My mom got out of the hospital today. Not becasue a doctor discharged her, but becasue she was fed up and wanted to leave.
So quick to their beds when a night ends, not realizing a casket is far to comfortable for eternity.
If you could change your life would you?
If you could change you, would you?
Would that solve all your problems, or create more.
Sometimes i wonder why i was put on earth. sometimes i wonder why i am alive.
And the universe shook when the man asked him why, not out of anger, but out of frustration for not knowing how to respond.
Nathan is sleeping on my bed. He makes me so happy and makes me see all the good in this world.
But much like life, a speck of good does nothing ot ease the suffering of the masses.
I am not sure how i feel at all right now, but i wish i wasnt here, and i wish that i could do some things in my life differently.
But much life everyone else in life, i find a place that is semi comfortable, and i stay there.
We all just want peace and comfort.
Words that no longer exist in this day and age.
The world is killing itself, becasue its where we go from here....