Last night I dreamt I was 22 and for some reason, it scared me. I felt my youth slip away and instead feeling liberated, I felt trapped; bound by a death that’s soon to come. I don’t mind dying, just dying too soon. And it feels like my time is coming. Every morning I wake … Continue reading 21.
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youthful dilemma.
I’m leaving because I’m chasing a dream. No, you’re leaving because you’re running away from one.
the thing i tried so hard to do but couldn’t.
I’m sorry, this just isn’t for me. Don’t hate me, I tried.
rainy days.
You are the sun But sometimes the sun gets clouded And not everyone can see how bright you are Don’t blame them; be patient, because after every rainfall, Comes a clear sky.
entry #39
You don’t hate your life until you’re willing to trade in all your old cards for new ones. Trust me, there’s always one card worth betting on.
hope is for the morning, but i don’t wake up until noon.
I miss the days when I woke up to pink and orange skies; sun beaming in my eyes — couldn’t fall back asleep even if I tried, That’s okay, I liked it. And I like to believe it was simpler then; when bills were my friends — on-time payments again and again, I felt strong … Continue reading hope is for the morning, but i don’t wake up until noon.
one.
And I like to believe I’ll remember these moments When peace rushes in and love takes over When sad songs make me happy and happy songs make me cry I hope I’ll remember these moments Because sadness comes so easily A tenant I cannot make move No matter how many debates I have with it … Continue reading one.
if you could do life over, would you?
If I could go back and do life over, I wouldn’t. I’ve heard that answer my whole life. Every person I’ve ever asked that question to has always said “I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t go back.” And I didn’t understand it until now. Each person, no matter the circumstances, even with all the regrets and shortcomings … Continue reading if you could do life over, would you?
emphasis.
When I think about the wind, I think about the knots in my hair your fingers get tangled in, and the laugh you make when trying to break free when you do not realize secretly I’m betting against your dexterity in detangling I don’t want to break free from you — rather — want to … Continue reading emphasis.
