who am i kidding
ill never get it and youll never run.
guess that's how it's gonna be, guess that's how i gotta be
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
this is not for you.
how is it that you can spend months on top of months perfecting every inch of yourself, only to see it crumble within a days worth of swimming?
how is it that so much distrust can lead to so much discomfort which leads to so much trust and so much comfort?
how is it there is always an itch you can't scratch?
how is it that phases feel like lifetimes?
how is it that there are so many positives and so many negatives?
how is it that so much anger to brew inside of you without even knowing where it's stored?
how is it that what was once so easy and double sided, became a multiple dimension shape with so many ridges?
how is it that it's so hard to find the good things in life until you least expect happiness to show?
how is it that even the people with the best eye sight can be so blind?
how is it that everything contradicts everything else that also contradicts?
how is it that something so unbelievably scary can be the most beautiful thing in the world?
how is it that at one moment in your life you can so easily and effortlessly give everything to someone and then at another moment, walk right passed them like you don't even know them?
how is it that a privilege can feel like a chore?
how is it that love, an emotion, something intangible, can be somehow felt so strongly through your veins and in the air?
how is it?
____
i guess when it boils down to it, this is such a scary thing. i've given myself to you, really. i never thought i'd be in this spot, never thought i'd be walking with shoes let alone ones that tie, never thought i'd be able to never see dark shades of blue. i'm so happy. i am. i'm happy. i trust you. i trust me. and i trust us. it's a wonderful feeling. it's just scary to think that it's starting over again.
i love every single thing about you.
i search desperately for a way to show you but nothing comes close.
it's time to restart the clocks.
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it's so much easier to talk about the bad.
it's so much easier to talk about the bad.
it's so much easier to talk about the bad.
one in, one out. over and over and over.
i don't know. i think i have the right words to say to explain how i feel
but once my fingers hit the plastic keys- nothing.
how is it that so much distrust can lead to so much discomfort which leads to so much trust and so much comfort?
how is it there is always an itch you can't scratch?
how is it that phases feel like lifetimes?
how is it that there are so many positives and so many negatives?
how is it that so much anger to brew inside of you without even knowing where it's stored?
how is it that what was once so easy and double sided, became a multiple dimension shape with so many ridges?
how is it that it's so hard to find the good things in life until you least expect happiness to show?
how is it that even the people with the best eye sight can be so blind?
how is it that everything contradicts everything else that also contradicts?
how is it that something so unbelievably scary can be the most beautiful thing in the world?
how is it that at one moment in your life you can so easily and effortlessly give everything to someone and then at another moment, walk right passed them like you don't even know them?
how is it that a privilege can feel like a chore?
how is it that love, an emotion, something intangible, can be somehow felt so strongly through your veins and in the air?
how is it?
____
i guess when it boils down to it, this is such a scary thing. i've given myself to you, really. i never thought i'd be in this spot, never thought i'd be walking with shoes let alone ones that tie, never thought i'd be able to never see dark shades of blue. i'm so happy. i am. i'm happy. i trust you. i trust me. and i trust us. it's a wonderful feeling. it's just scary to think that it's starting over again.
i love every single thing about you.
i search desperately for a way to show you but nothing comes close.
it's time to restart the clocks.
-|
it's so much easier to talk about the bad.
it's so much easier to talk about the bad.
it's so much easier to talk about the bad.
one in, one out. over and over and over.
i don't know. i think i have the right words to say to explain how i feel
but once my fingers hit the plastic keys- nothing.
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