I think the thing I hate most about writing is having too many ideas and too many thoughts at once. It makes it impossible to find the truth and a succinct version of what I’m trying to say/feel…this sucks
Once upon a time
Everyone was blind
Eyes closed
Hearts open
Hand in hand
In unified peace
But the tape was
Ripped, torn
Pulled from their
Faces
Left raw and
Exposed
Eyes pried open
To judge
And lock the
Shackles
Over our hearts.
You should know I could
Have held you in my arms last
Night forever kiss-
-Ing your head and cheek.
I hope that maybe you could
Have stayed with me too.
Not a single miracle
Could rip me from these bonds
Painfully sweet poison, down it
And
Drown, it consumes me
Yet I’ve found my antidote
Searching for the pinhole
When
Inadvertent miracles
Unintentional saviors
All wearing the mask of
You
And pulling me into the light
Showering down…
Just for the record, if you’re ever wondering, Bamboozle is fucking sick. Especially if you spend it with one of your best friends. I recommend all f you do it at least once (just don’t take the train)
Just let me die.
Let me sleep
Let me dream
Let me be infinite
And never wake up
Let me die
Let me dream
Let me sleep
Let me forget
And never remember again
Let me sleep
Let me escape
Let me run away
Let me be infinite
Before today
Let me rain
Let me cool
Let me fall on
Everything.
Let me douse
Let me soar
Let me fly
Let me go
Let me go
Let me go
Let me die
Let me go.
Let me be cold
Let me be broken
Let me snow
Let me fall
Let me die,
It’s only death
After all
Darkness
And sleep
Darkness
Relief
Let me fly
Let me go
Let me go
Why’s it that even
Dreaming of kissing you is
Too much to handle,
Sending fireworks
Through my head, taking my breath;
Quickening my pulse.
(via tylerknott)
We are thunder
And lightning
The silent roar
And invisible flash
So distinct
Yet one always
Just a few steps from
The other.Is he chasing her?
Or merely
Following
Pure coincidence & Circumstance.
Is she running?
No, never that.
Not escaping,
Just always ahead.We are lighting
And thunder
At least
We’re enjoying the storm.
I refuse to believe
That these past two years
Have been for nothing
But it seems that we might just
Let it go
Blow away
The wind is hungry, you know.
Ready to whip away
What we’ve held most dear
Ready to churn our lives
Into a glorious mess
Glorious?
Maybe
But mostly just messy
Oh, I know
That I’ll survive
I’ll get by
Maybe I won’t even
Cry too much
But I know
I’m not quite ready
To let it go
Hold it out for the wind to
Catch.
