Wading in the lukewarm waters of apathy
neither able to feel the warmth of the sun
or the cold waters of depression.
It is a fog.
Unable to move
speak
breathe
think
talk
and most certainly not love.
It is pleasantly disguised indifference.
Hands stretch out
just out of reach.
White
lack of color
lack of anything and everything.
Try to swim away, they dare you.
You reflect on your lack of being.
You realize something is better than nothing
sink down, down into the blue.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
The Happiness of Childhood
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The Space between
Life is like one of those books
that let you make a decision at the end of each chapter.
The paths you go down sometime lead to dead ends,
or being in the same place where you started.
And usually, there is only one option
And usually, there is only one option
that will make you completely happy.
How are we supposed to know we are doing what will make us happy?
In life, there is no way to flip the pages back.
As much as it may suck,
I sometimes wish I had five chances at highschool.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
I Wonder
About alternate universes
and if there are people in the hallways of mirrors.
There is no way we are alone in this place
that we call the galaxy.
I wonder if they have seen us
and if the ones who never came back,
simply new too much.
The human race is far too stupid to be the best there is.
Man, I wish I was an alien.
Monday, November 15, 2010
A Word on Connor Oberst
I can think of no other explaination of how such talent exists. Every word you have ever written or sang- is true. Thank you for being the most honest, versatile, and relatable musician to ever exist. You are tortured, but can still make people happy. I don't know how you do it, but here's to you, Connor.
This is the first day of my life.
Moments Before Time Stands Still
We planted new seeds, beads of hope desperate to save the parched and cracked soil.
We said no to the corporations and men in the towers who sold our land in search of profit.
We stood and sat and slept on the highways, caravans of people stretched across the streets.
We whispered to the stars, and listened to stories of universes much like ours, that had been destroyed by greed.
We apologized for all harm we caused, we didn't know. We didn't know.
And in that moment we rose our hands to the sky, across the nation, united as one with the earth.
We said no to the corporations and men in the towers who sold our land in search of profit.
We stood and sat and slept on the highways, caravans of people stretched across the streets.
We whispered to the stars, and listened to stories of universes much like ours, that had been destroyed by greed.
We apologized for all harm we caused, we didn't know. We didn't know.
And in that moment we rose our hands to the sky, across the nation, united as one with the earth.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Basic Space
Happiness does not come from an excess or lack of something or another.
It is a distant place
that most cannot reach.
Smiling is not the same as being happy.
Skeletons could smile, if they wanted to.
Have you ever wanted something so much,
even though its impossible?
It is a distant place
that most cannot reach.
Smiling is not the same as being happy.
Skeletons could smile, if they wanted to.
Have you ever wanted something so much,
even though its impossible?
Seasonal Regrets
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Who I've Been
I'm sorry for everything I have done,
and will continue to do.
I couldn't change even if
I wanted to.
Maybe, we were never meant to know eachother.
Some things happen because they are supposed to happen.
We call this "Fate"
Maybe, some things happen that were never meant to be.
We call this "accidents"
I wish I had never accidentally ruined your life.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The science of reality
A Flair for the Obvious
Monday, November 8, 2010
Nice shoes
"But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren't alone. That the world isn't a dream and you and I really are happening at the same time, even if it's not in the same place. That this is real. You're really there. I'm really here. We're real."
I don't know if I should laugh or cry
I don't know if this is good.
I don't know if this is bad.
I know that I feel sick.
Why do you make me so sick?
I don't know if this is bad.
I know that I feel sick.
Why do you make me so sick?
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Never can I ever let go
I can't confront you,
I never could do,
That which might hurt you,
That which might hurt you,
So try 'n be cool.
And now everything that should make you happy makes you sad.
And its all unclear when you crossed the lines, or if the lines even existed.
And its all unclear when you crossed the lines, or if the lines even existed.
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