And how can any of this mean anything to me...
It seems so much more empty, like it's not enough.
“I can't say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
what you need is someone strong to use you...
like me.
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.
Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper.
And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication,
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky
Fight over your lie, over blood, over anything
Fight over love, over sun, over nothing
Fight till they die
Be patient... Be patient…”
It's like, it all makes sense but it makes everything make so much less sense, yet more at the same time.
Maybe it's one of the perils of ascendency from stability to self-directed stability, that for me then just becomes chaos mixed with questions that all seem to answer oneanother if only for a second, then they're wrong again.
Lunch in 5, I'm still not hungry.
The biggest question though: Is there anywhere else I'd rather be?
The answer: Mabybe, maybe not.
(don't read this)
“I can't say what I want to,
even if I'm not serious.
Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
what you need is someone strong to use you...
like me.
It's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I don't want it.
I just need it.
To feel, to breathe, to know I'm alive.
Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.
So good to see you once again
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.
Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper.
And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.
I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or what ever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication,
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition leaving all these opportunities behind.
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping
The moon tells me a secret - my confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky
Fight over your lie, over blood, over anything
Fight over love, over sun, over nothing
Fight till they die
Be patient... Be patient…”
It's like, it all makes sense but it makes everything make so much less sense, yet more at the same time.
Maybe it's one of the perils of ascendency from stability to self-directed stability, that for me then just becomes chaos mixed with questions that all seem to answer oneanother if only for a second, then they're wrong again.
Lunch in 5, I'm still not hungry.
The biggest question though: Is there anywhere else I'd rather be?
The answer: Mabybe, maybe not.
(don't read this)