Sit down, do not let your mind race too quickly. Recognize what you have have neglected and all you would like to accomplish. Oh, but don't worry, there is always something big around the corner. And you find yourself collapsing once again. So, get comfy and blow your expectations to bits. Who you thought you would be, who you thought would be around. You aren't and they aren't. So swallow hard and blink slowly. Breathe deeply and sigh a silent sadness. You are who you are, you are where you are.
Put the speaker in your ears and turn up the volume if you want. Drown out what you see and go where you think you should be. What they do not understand is that you deserve your castle in the sky. It's all them that don't understand. What a waste.
You're dying, you realize as summer comes. Spring is new life, summer is the scorching of beauty, fall is the world stretching, and winter is death. But, now summer is death. The reminder you should just love life. But it's not that simple. Nothing is. Don't be simplistic. Don't make me smile. You don't understand. No one understands. I am too unique.
The seasons are all the same. Nothing moves. Death is life and beauty is fire. Existence is dial-tone. So, put on your fancy shoes and comb your hair. And for God's sake, brush your teeth.
Walk. Walk slower because there's nothing you're too anxious to get to. Watch. Watch your step because there is a split in the earth. Crack. Crack your bone back into place, because something just broke you.
Walk! Walk! Walk!
But you can't. Moving yourself is impossible. So you wash your face with salt. When all else stops, the torrents behind the wall push through.
And it was all for this. So that you might mourn your slippery hands that are unable to hold on. And the months, years, and seasons, they all lacked sense and so does today. But crying doesn't. For some reason, the release seems proper, appropriate. And you can't stop it, and that seems appropriate too.
And so today is the day, maybe once again, where weakness is proven the most human. And strength must now be given, because all you can do is dampen the earth.
Now, receive. Be yourself, and do something unique. Open your hands.
Put the speaker in your ears and turn up the volume if you want. Drown out what you see and go where you think you should be. What they do not understand is that you deserve your castle in the sky. It's all them that don't understand. What a waste.
You're dying, you realize as summer comes. Spring is new life, summer is the scorching of beauty, fall is the world stretching, and winter is death. But, now summer is death. The reminder you should just love life. But it's not that simple. Nothing is. Don't be simplistic. Don't make me smile. You don't understand. No one understands. I am too unique.
The seasons are all the same. Nothing moves. Death is life and beauty is fire. Existence is dial-tone. So, put on your fancy shoes and comb your hair. And for God's sake, brush your teeth.
Walk. Walk slower because there's nothing you're too anxious to get to. Watch. Watch your step because there is a split in the earth. Crack. Crack your bone back into place, because something just broke you.
Walk! Walk! Walk!
But you can't. Moving yourself is impossible. So you wash your face with salt. When all else stops, the torrents behind the wall push through.
And it was all for this. So that you might mourn your slippery hands that are unable to hold on. And the months, years, and seasons, they all lacked sense and so does today. But crying doesn't. For some reason, the release seems proper, appropriate. And you can't stop it, and that seems appropriate too.
And so today is the day, maybe once again, where weakness is proven the most human. And strength must now be given, because all you can do is dampen the earth.
Now, receive. Be yourself, and do something unique. Open your hands.
posted by jitzig at 10:05 AM
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