Waking up in a different dimension… everything is up for grabs– such s… I can feel my soul is wrecking hav… My insides bursting at the seems, and nothing is as it seems.
Nobody will ever understand the wa… I know that is supposed to be a cl… But it isn’t Nobody will ever know They don’t think my thoughts
I’ve been trying to silence my min… How is it that nothing matters, an… everything still matters. As I walk the longest most vigoro… walk, I realize pain is beauty.
I’m back home now. Sure that you have moved on - that you are doing just fine. Today is your day off, it’s hot out– I wonder
No really. If nothing is a coincidence, if everything is connected well, inherently that means this shit means something. So all the heartache, pain and suffering. It was all for someth...
They say moments are priceless, but what about those moments with people you loose? That shit sticks with you for ever, that pain stays. And you know what, that pain is priceless. Who w...
Its wrestling with an emotion unhe… A guilt that has been burned up, transferred up and stirred up. An abandonment to an unknown promi… So loyalty turns into the memory–…
Should I love or should I hide? Should I stay or should I glide? Should I hold my tears and let go… Do you know me from the inside? How many seconds do you have to st…
We sit beside each other in silenc… No one makes a noise Every day goes on Lists made Things to do
I can’t even look at the time or t… because as the days go on the furt… What could I have done, different… Could I have been different? Was it inevitable?
Every person has an inner being in… It knows no bounds. It is endless… It knows no freedom or restraint. However, it’s locked inside our hu… It knows no different. Knows no o…
The sun is beating down on the cit… and its closer than ever before. Everyone seems to be getting up, and chasing the heat. Absorbing it with what little time…
Invisible– drowning in the noise. You talk with such poise. I went silent– where are the years… Soaking up the nostalgia, drowning… Life is ripping at the seams.
You told me once, you told me twice, ‘ told me three times before. I don’t remember. You told me before,
Nothing is real so we are free, from this subsequent society. Eroding rocks, and nothing is free. But nature moves with you and me.
