Music/title: Selfish; The Reverb Junkie
“Well now you know,
Now you know.”
. .. ..
The beginning is always easy.
/ / /
Music/title: Oceans; The Fray
. . . ..
Better and better it gets.
This is where I needed to be.
I want it all.
I want everything life took from me- All of it.
I refuse to feel guilt,
because I deserve this.
The hand life deals does not dictate the end result- don’t you let anyone tell you otherwise.
I should be dead.
But I am not.
So throw away those shitty cards.
Open a new deck- A new world.
Re-imagine life the way you want,
Music/title: 1000 Doors; The Living Tombstone
. .. .
Exhaustion doesn’t even begin to cover it.
I miss this.
I miss the therapeutic nature of it all. I want to peel back the layers I have pasted onto myself; to escape the norm. This is what we aim for, right? The materialism. The cookie cutters, and decisive actions.
I can feel how close we are.
…Why can’t we grasp it?
Music/title: Angela; The Lumineers
. . .
I just need to catch my breath,
then everything will be okay, right?
The dark parts of my brain are seeping through.
[ But you did it- you’re FREE. ]
Is that so?
I claim the void is supposed to be empty,
So why can’t I stop trying to fill it?
Music/title: Waves; Electric Guest
. . .
More uneventful than most birthdays, I would say.
Yet, with the right company-
One of the best…….
I love you.
I’d take a gluten free snack adventure over gifts any day.
Bunches of love,
/ / /
Music/title: Snowship (Thomas Jack Remix); Benjamin Francis Leftwich
. .. …
I look back, and I am reminded every reason my heart latched onto yours.
The reasons I denied for so long, now seem so very important.
Still, my chest swells and collapses within your eyes…
Music/title: Over and Over; Al Bairre
. . .
Music/title: Believer; Imagine Dragons
… . .
and Again. and Again.
It’s what you want, right?
Your goals quickly coming to an end.
Who will you be now?
What will inflict the pain you so desire?
/ / /
Never ending shifting.
The changes are so frequent lately I can’t keep up.
But we’re happy if we’re not paying too close attention to the detail, right?
I do believe I am.
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