The setting has changed, and the mood has changed, and the tone has changed, and the character has changed, and the direction i'm heading is closer than appeared. I never wanted to feel threatened, I never wanted a form of self expression to be considered explicit. Who wants that? Who wants anything? I'm here though and whether it makes a difference or not, a tree does make a sound if no one is there to hear it. |
Held you to close,
Now im letting go...
When we die our blood stops,
And our skin gets white and cold...
Ice cold death on your flesh,
The scent so nice and fresh...
She has eyes of an ocean,
Her smile is shown from far away...
Of all the people i had to lose,
For the reason I couldn't choose...
Tenebrous skies cover unkempt houses, where a boy...
He is pained by the chagrin of puberty, and the...
What's a joke?
This whole culture, society, prioritizing, self...
If I redid my day,
This wouldn't be...
When does the listener become listened to?
When she finally finds what is and is not true...
I saw a man today, who sat across from me
I wondered what I might say to him...
I can be whatever I want to be, yet it's not necissarily who I truely am. |
I am taking a walk on the middle path, my life is at ease yet I walk alone. |
For every good there is a bad, a nonstop motion of equal opposites in life. They create a balance that amounts to nothing. |