And before you can stop it, its happening, and you watch everything unravel and there's nothing to stop it.
The thing is, you've seen it before, seen the unravelling and you promised you would never let it happen again. But you did.
Now you're kneeling, hands covered in th(more)e same blood you promised would never be spilled. Bright with the life it never got to live whilst it closes up your throat and threatens to choke you with its rust.
Its amazing how we got this far,
feels like we spent our whole lives chasing,
the dream, the wish, the goal.
I never thought we would actually make it,
now that we have, I have my doubts,
I have my reservations.
(more) You see, I spent my whole life chasing and now I'm here,
the problem is I never imagined what I would do now,
how I would carry forth this voyage,
how to reach the final page.
Clouds are given such negative connotations,
of blocking the sun so we cannot see,
of having a silver lining when it disappears,
for, you see, there is no better hope than a cloud,
when the sky has been too blue for too long,
when the children cry as they(more) lay parched,
when the adults cry as their soil turns to dirt.
Don't dismiss the cloud because he makes you miss the sun
instead be thankful that it lets you grow by showering you in its tears. (less)
You give yourself away, in thoughts, in kindness, in thinking of others. Helping without being asked, making promises without caring what it entails and acting with no regard of the pain on your part. Becoming background noise, until you fade away and aren't sure who you are any more.(more) Just a part of people's lives that you're not sure what yours is. That's my poison, what's yours? (less)
You search and strive to do what is right and you think that it will all turn out in the end. Because it has to, because you need to believe that it will. Otherwise you're too afraid of that next step, that next jump or that next fall. You(more) go with the flow, fall in with crowd just to keep from drowning and that's not necessarily a bad thing. Its just a thing. And maybe one day when your voice is strong enough, when you're wise enough you'll know what is right rather then just thinking it is. (less)
I'm not home yet and i don't know if i ever will be. I have a home with my parents and siblings but that's the one i was born into, not the one i chose. I don't know what its going to be or how long it will take(more) me to get there i just know i'm on my way. (less)
I want to have people around me who don't judge rashly and make me smile. I want friends who are honest and know exactly what to say when I mess up. I want family who put up with my bullshit and are always there for me. I want parents(more) who say that I could never disappoint them and mean it. I want to fall in love someone who smiles when they think of me and pushes me to be the best I can be. Basically I want people who are better than me. (less)
Every day is a new day, every morning you wake up and say that "today I will be better" and then you get out of bed. The repetitiveness of the day begins and you lose time in coffee and traffic and errands. And before you realise it its 7pm(more) and you need dinner before watching that must-see show before yawning a kiss goodbye and fall asleep thinking of the laundry list of things to do the next day. Until one day you realise that the never ending mundane realities that must be dealt with everyday mean that its never a new day. Just an old one with a new arrangement, then you're eighty, watching the clock tick by too slowly hoping you don't have to wait too long before it ends. (less)