YOU ARE THE REASON
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@eternalsunshineinaspotlessmind
For you were my moon
And l would love you
Through every sun filled day
As you hid away
And every star filled night
In which your light shined upon me
For the rest of my days
Until I finally lay
And take my place beside you
Another star to fill the sky
Time lost and time gained
I wonder if it will ever stop for just a moment so things can stay the same
But should it be?
Shouldn't we want to grow
To see the world and scream at the tops of mountains as if we can finally breath
And yet this tangible elusive being called time seems to slip right through fingertips
Right into the pitch black nothingness where we cant see
Giving us the false feeling that it isn't so quite out of reach
As it encases us in its suffocating weight
Turning love into hate and passion into dread
Innocence into enlightment whether good or bad
I long for the days where the sun shine in just that way
Glistening off of the morning dew giving you hope for something fresh, something new
The world slowing down for just a moment, just for you
Your breath would catch and your movement would pause
Silence and stillness was your cause.
Because time doesn't stay stopped for very long.
And I found that my brain covets and craves the structure and routine it went so long without and yet...
My soul burns only with the desire to be untethered and uncaged. My heart thudding for the whisps of freedom and the ability to breath.
I am so mad
I am so sad
And I wish
For one moment
You could be mad
That you could be sad
For me
And the pain filled life I will now lead
The tear filled moments
Where my breath catches just so
Even the happy ones
When I smile from the top of my head
To the tips of my toes
Will always be tinged in shadows
Never quite hiding from me
No matter how much I step forward
No matter how much hope I seed
Its a hard truth to accept
To unpack and believe
That is isn't quite that easy
To grieve the person I used to be
Forget
We work and work and work for this falsity of an American dream and ideals of what being successful means in society that are...At the end of the day...Meaningless.Â
We forget to do the things that make us happy, that fill our hearts and souls and mind like goblets sloshing over the shining rim because we become so overwhelmed by the grind. The grind that people tell us we must do, we must be to be a functioning member in society. To be considered normal.Â
We miss out on so much because we work so hard to conform, because were self conscious, because being ourselves somewhere along the line was correlated with being weak, because god fucking forbid we show someone we are, because at the end of the day being ânormalâ is a falsity that weâve convinced ourselves is the truth, is our truth, because of what is shoved down our throats and put in front of our eyes from the moment we are born.Â
And we forget who we are and what we want and what makes us grin. What makes us filled with hope and inspiration and all of those happy thoughts. And thatâs the real tragedy in life.Â
Our society that is supposed to be built on companionship and perseverance and hope is the same society that destroys it in our souls, in all human beings. It destroys our passion and our wildness and it is the biggest shame. Please donât let it happen to you. Donât let life slip through your fingers like quick sand, because if you never venture out from the shiny path laid out before you then you will never find your wind.Â
I wish I could have one more conversation with you.
So much. So bad. So heartbreakingly bad.
Id give all my days up for that one moment.
For those five minutes on a bench to shoot the shit.
I think we realize when its too late
Quite how much the impact you made
With your words and your actions
Just so strong
We didn't realize that this world isn't where you belong
I thought it'd be me
The one who left this world so damn early
I expected it and planned
But never did I think itd be the way this would end
I thought it'd be natural
I thought It'd be in style
Oh how wrong I was
You were first and you were last
But I don't think I will ever quite forget this piece of my past
However I worry
As my brain turns to slurry
That you will disappear
You are already gone
But you are still so very much here
Will my brain keep up
Or will you disappear?
I was wrong before
I wasn't the first
But you werent supposed to be
And I guess thats what hurts the worst.
As I hold my breath
I know that soon I'll find death
As flesh and bone meld with soil
I will have wished I could have stayed for awhile
But oh how I wish more
That we could remember
The awe we felt so long ago
As we looked upon the world around
Jargin, words, thrown together to express to emote
I wish I could find the words to say
I wish I could yell about the danger we toy with
The pain that will soon come
Because up and up and up above
The world around shall fall
And no one will matter
Not even at all
We had one purpose
Our only point in this life
To care for the world around
And we haven't done a great job of that have we?
At least not this time around
Its funny how
With dreams we spout
About our brain trying
Attempting to figure out
Thoughts that donât mind
Yet we donât see
That our waking world
Is quite the same
And we are all just running around
Headlessly
People in the night
As our brain attempts to determine
What is wrong or right
We try to make sense of a world
Full to the brim of untruths
About to spill
Like blood on sand
Soaked into the land
We try to make sense of a world
That we create
Yet we still runÂ
Headlessly
Not once considering
That the truths of our life
Live in the firing of synapses
Inside our brain
As we sleep
And yet, we donât think
Continuing to run
Headlessly
Beauty of Anonymity
As I write this, my fingers strum along the wood of the table/Â
Pondering the next curve, the next looped line/Â
I reach to my chest, rubbing lightly about the tender emotion which has taken up residence here/Â
I ache to release it, this tumor/Â
In doing so, it manifests in the nerves along my extremities and into the paper as an inky mess/Â
Here you are reading this incoherence, soaking in every word/
Wondering what I look like/Â
Whether the words written here are tattooed within the lines of my strained forehead, within the crinkles of a smile/Â
But, you never see me and you probably never will/Â
So you imagine my name and my face and my story/Â
I am a million things to a million people and there is a beauty in that.
"I grew up too early
and now
I want to die."
-the ravages of time//M
Days have passed
And the tears still fall
I didnât know what to say
I still donât
And I wish I didnât have to at all
Days have passedÂ
And the tears still fall
I hope you rest easy babe
But I fucking wish you didnât have to fall
I wish you could see
I wish that you knew
That you were at the epicenter
That you were the roots of this tree
I wish you could see
I wish that you knew
That without you
Breathing doesnât come quite as easily
Days have passed
And you canât see
Not any longer
Not anymore
How much you meant to me
Days will pass
The tears will still fall
And I find
That I will miss
Your smile
Most of all
Tired
I am so Tired.
of living in a worldÂ
That only exists on a screen
I am so Tired
of what we as people have become
of the hatred and anger that rings true
in everything we say or do
I am so Tired
of all the pain that comesÂ
with being alive in a world such as this
I am so Tired
of missing the beautiful things we had no part in creating
as they slowly crumble around us
I am so Tired
of crying and screaming and wearing myself out
I am so Tired
of hoping that one day you will hear
one day you will listen
I am so Tired
of hoping that we can save ourselves
a lie I tell myself because
I am just so damn Tired.Â
December sunrise in Mt Baker Forest, Washington, USA [OC] [1967x2400] - Author: sam34gtr on reddit
Its funny how
With dreams we spout
About our brain trying
Attempting to figure out
Thoughts that donât mind
Yet we donât see
That our waking world
Is quite the same
And we are all just running around
Headlessly
People in the night
As our brain attempts to determine
What is wrong or right
We try to make sense of a world
Full to the brim of untruths
About to spill
Like blood on sand
Soaked into the land
We try to make sense of a world
That we create
Yet we still runÂ
Headlessly
Not once considering
That the truths of our life
Live in the firing of synapses
Inside our brain
As we sleep
And yet, we donât think
Continuing to run
Headlessly
