It's hard when words die at the lips of mine not being able to venture out. When the yearn to speak is overwhelmed by restrictions imposed by the moment, every breath becomes a burden. When hope flees and the verging future seems so vague and puzzling, when my thoughts over thrive and music is so blue, smiling is too painful. Bumping against the windshield as screaming rain splashes on the glass, I bury myself deeper in a heavy coat as the sweepers slap water coats off of the front glass. Slight music playing on FM radio tempting me to over think, regret and grief. The vapor I exhale is plain sad. That of bemoan spilling. Those words I never dared to preach are suffocating. Life is just disappointing sometimes. When friendship is not enough, a high five is a slap to reality. Dreams may be the only resort. But then, aren't they overrated?
Those ferocious emotions can make an interesting story, a moving song or even one more memory. Are we broken on every occasion to be rebuilt? Maybe. God works in mysterious ways. That's for sure. The brightest of endings are reached by the most unexpected paths. A road to a golden chair is always reached by branching dark tunnels. However, that which gets me to your heart shall always remain unknown.
I can't describe how warm pain feels around you. You're a random joy of a perky character that not only prints on every person you encounter, but "snowballs" to inspire people. Inspire me. Too cheesy? Love is supposed to be neither rational nor complex. Well, that's how it seems sometimes but shouldn't. It's good to be different sometimes- to be awkward. Being you is what categorizes you from others. A funny smile, a funky hair, a weird perception or even some weird shoes. Everything one coats himself with is part of his identity. It's trivial to stop at every howling pack to the throw a bone.
I wish I was more capable of confrontation. I have dodged face offs often in my life. I'm still searching of an upgraded version of man in the mirror. Change is a must as I shed a part of myself to gain new layers. I will always have butterflies before flipping the page. New chapters are new chances to put into action skills I've gain before. But what about you?
I wish I had more answers than questions, but I'll always wonder what would it have been like if you actually knew how I felt, or ever dared to. I can always write and wonder more as you can always smile and feel free to like what portrays to you of this...
Those ferocious emotions can make an interesting story, a moving song or even one more memory. Are we broken on every occasion to be rebuilt? Maybe. God works in mysterious ways. That's for sure. The brightest of endings are reached by the most unexpected paths. A road to a golden chair is always reached by branching dark tunnels. However, that which gets me to your heart shall always remain unknown.
I can't describe how warm pain feels around you. You're a random joy of a perky character that not only prints on every person you encounter, but "snowballs" to inspire people. Inspire me. Too cheesy? Love is supposed to be neither rational nor complex. Well, that's how it seems sometimes but shouldn't. It's good to be different sometimes- to be awkward. Being you is what categorizes you from others. A funny smile, a funky hair, a weird perception or even some weird shoes. Everything one coats himself with is part of his identity. It's trivial to stop at every howling pack to the throw a bone.
I wish I was more capable of confrontation. I have dodged face offs often in my life. I'm still searching of an upgraded version of man in the mirror. Change is a must as I shed a part of myself to gain new layers. I will always have butterflies before flipping the page. New chapters are new chances to put into action skills I've gain before. But what about you?
I wish I had more answers than questions, but I'll always wonder what would it have been like if you actually knew how I felt, or ever dared to. I can always write and wonder more as you can always smile and feel free to like what portrays to you of this...
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