If you’re guilty and you know it,… Karma is just a different form of… Everything you ever said, I’ve go… Tried one more bump, now I’m bumm… Fly one more time, and I’m fucked…
I come back down to earth by humility. I land back onto the soil, and it makes my knees weak. Energy released from me,
I always feel pressure It starts in my head Pushes it’s way out Through my chest This beating heart
I saw swirly lines And breathing walls I felt the world collapsing in on… Ive been taken to the end of time Realizing I want to be alone
I know you’re settling Settling for less I know 'cuz I’ve been there befor… Ice cold desires Filling the empty void
Take me to the end of the road, hand in hand .. I erode . Look into my eyes and I would exp… You have no idea the hold you have… I am no longer free, in your compa…
You should listen to more music, keep up with the coolest trends to go to the best concerts. You should have more tattoos. You should be more tanned.
Life flows in unexpected direction… So long I have felt disconnected… A bit disconnected from myself at… Losing my 9-5 feels daunting, but… a sense of freedom.
The water is rising up, closer and closer to the top. I feel my lips grace the water, not quite sure what I thought of h… It is pouring into my lungs now,
Life has a weird way of bringing the past back into the pr… Is it just a way to give us hints… circumstances in the future? Or are we just cursed in an endles…
I woke up feeling a heavy weight i… almost like a thick wool knot inte… I got up and sat down and tried to… —visualizing it releasing.— I am holding on tight to something…
In the eye of the beholder, holds… for each perspective is far too le… narrow, ripping at the seams. Have you ever clarified opinions? Or do you wait behind the curtains…
To tell you the feeling, I’ll hav… Way passed the story-line, way pas… Not just a feeling, more than a th… A rush of cold air, not just despa… Light-headed memories, leave me st…
It is eerie, it is quiet.. as I walk outside alone. The sun beats down on my face, and even with the crisp air– it warms my insides.
As soon as I start writing - I know it isn’t a good sign. Why is it that I never write about anything good? Maybe I’m afraid I’ll