Why is it that when we have the freedom to speak, we stutter? I think it is because
The clock is ticking for an hour,… Time is gone, and I can only see… An empty wonder of desired, buried… I only cry I only cry, when I tal… I rewind the clock for an hour, an…
I stepped out into the future unkn… Blinded from all the proof of trut… I see with my eyes closed But I’m afraid of the dark I capture the light in my hands
We never really consider the time inbetween The winter and the spring The spring and the summer The summer and the fall
I always feel pressure It starts in my head Pushes it’s way out Through my chest This beating heart
The undeniable truth is the end, it’s when we truly see things for… The bigger picture comes to life,… us, it’s time to release and let g… You may remember things different…
The days pour into the next Leaving me nothing Except me I close my eyes I try and make the stars aline
My spot is an empty patch of dirt… a hidden gem right by the creek, Close to the subway. Nobody can see me, but the people kayaking near by.
I would rather be on cloud nine, In my fantasy world, in this world… Taking my soul away from my body, So these aching feelings don’t hau… Indie flicks and detachment,
I feel myself getting stronger, inside me something is growing. I hear a voice inside my head, —a higher knowing. Life keeps moving forward,
A passage in time – large as a sti… This moment in time– it’s just a g… Stay at work late– throw down a pi… Walk home in the – dark – it’s jus… Empty cages, open places -
I finally am enjoying my time alon… I crave my morning coffee under my… My morning bath, journaling, water… Cleaning my own space. Enjoying b… For months I’d wake up and look b…
Everything is too much for me I fall in love too easily Afraid to be happy I’d still feel dead in Miami Set free the old me
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–…
What if you knew the truth, that wasn’t the truth. Fabricated version of the truth... a romanticized version of the trut… An, outward knowing about the trut…