how?
I don't know the feeling that I have. The pit of my stomach is full of lead-butterflies. I feel like a lost love needs to be found, yet I have so much love around me.
It is empty empty here, so much that I don't understand, so much that I don't want to understand. The city is stagnant, the people see no light. The shelter I seek is under seige by the real estate agents. Such is life.
I can't wait to relax, I can't wait to be done. I'm locked in my own penetentary and I need to escape. I need to escape. There is nothing here, the music does not make me happy, I cannot feel this. I play and I play, but I cannot lose myself- I cannot create. I am inhibited... because that it who I've made myself. Here, I am inhibited, here, I am logical. Here, my spark is dying. I need to resussitate.. I need to rekindle the fire.. I was to suffocate on goodness, I want mystery and excitement. I do not want this.. I do not want this.
Have you ever watched the decline of yourself, the nose-dive that you are taking, and not know how to stop it? I know I am not the perfect person but I am not me. I am not myself. I am done. I need to be.
So, what do I love? I love to learn. I love to live and sing and play and just be. I love to relax and eat good things and feel the sun and the rain and the moon. I know who I am but I've been spending so much time being someone that I'm not that I.. I buried me under things that I thought people wanted me to be. I am done with this. I am done with this.
Living is fantastic. and i love it.
It is empty empty here, so much that I don't understand, so much that I don't want to understand. The city is stagnant, the people see no light. The shelter I seek is under seige by the real estate agents. Such is life.
I can't wait to relax, I can't wait to be done. I'm locked in my own penetentary and I need to escape. I need to escape. There is nothing here, the music does not make me happy, I cannot feel this. I play and I play, but I cannot lose myself- I cannot create. I am inhibited... because that it who I've made myself. Here, I am inhibited, here, I am logical. Here, my spark is dying. I need to resussitate.. I need to rekindle the fire.. I was to suffocate on goodness, I want mystery and excitement. I do not want this.. I do not want this.
Have you ever watched the decline of yourself, the nose-dive that you are taking, and not know how to stop it? I know I am not the perfect person but I am not me. I am not myself. I am done. I need to be.
So, what do I love? I love to learn. I love to live and sing and play and just be. I love to relax and eat good things and feel the sun and the rain and the moon. I know who I am but I've been spending so much time being someone that I'm not that I.. I buried me under things that I thought people wanted me to be. I am done with this. I am done with this.
Living is fantastic. and i love it.