A few short excerpts from my lyrical state of mind. P.S Nothing I write here is in context to anyone or anything - even myself. They are just words jumbled together - to make sense and no sense. Like it or not, here it goes...
1. Take me away, I need some change. Another place, another space. Where people don't know me, and the stories are new. Where I am more exciting, and dreams come true. I want to be gone here, and travel into something new. Where things are a mystery, and the future is unglued.
2. Tired of feeling this way. Tired of being. Tired of doing. Tired of sinking into a sea full of nothing. Tired of the night. Tired of the day. Tired of the same song that plays on and on in my head. Tired of thinking. Tired of dreaming. Tired of believing everything will be okay...
3. Making distance short, when it's too long. Making moments last, when they're already gone. Making love strong, when there's no heart around. Making life bright, when the dark night is alive. Making shadows wander, and bodies stay. Making dreams come true, in another place. When time escapes you and people leave - what you want to believe is always the opposite of what really is
4. Tirelessly waiting, for that one response. Will it come today, or then, never again. Is it still here, or has it gone to another realm. Will I hear it, or will the silence prevail. I wait, and I wait. But the words I cannot hear. It's dark and lonely, waiting for nothing in return.
5. One day. One hundred hopes. One second. All lost in smoke. One moment. And it's withered away. One mistake. You can never take back again. One story. That will never be told. One love. That may never grow old. One life. That's all you have to hold - the good, the bad, the great, and the sad.
1. Take me away, I need some change. Another place, another space. Where people don't know me, and the stories are new. Where I am more exciting, and dreams come true. I want to be gone here, and travel into something new. Where things are a mystery, and the future is unglued.
2. Tired of feeling this way. Tired of being. Tired of doing. Tired of sinking into a sea full of nothing. Tired of the night. Tired of the day. Tired of the same song that plays on and on in my head. Tired of thinking. Tired of dreaming. Tired of believing everything will be okay...
3. Making distance short, when it's too long. Making moments last, when they're already gone. Making love strong, when there's no heart around. Making life bright, when the dark night is alive. Making shadows wander, and bodies stay. Making dreams come true, in another place. When time escapes you and people leave - what you want to believe is always the opposite of what really is
4. Tirelessly waiting, for that one response. Will it come today, or then, never again. Is it still here, or has it gone to another realm. Will I hear it, or will the silence prevail. I wait, and I wait. But the words I cannot hear. It's dark and lonely, waiting for nothing in return.
5. One day. One hundred hopes. One second. All lost in smoke. One moment. And it's withered away. One mistake. You can never take back again. One story. That will never be told. One love. That may never grow old. One life. That's all you have to hold - the good, the bad, the great, and the sad.
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