fuck that.

Why did I even bother with you? 

Now, both times, after, you shoot me down. 

You're such an ass. 

I kinda did start to like you. 

But fuck. You don't remember me now. 

Beyond reading your life

Wondering what it would be like to be in your shoes.

To be outside of this life and in someone else's.

How can we truly understand the world, ourselves..

When we merely only see through our eyes.

We may be able to experience different places and people.

But I want to actually feel something different.

Some place different.

Yet, I feel like that can only be accomplished in our dreams.

Mainly we read and hear about other lives.

But imagine if we could see the thoughts used that created that life.

How extraordinary beyond all belief to follow the process.

Of another life.

Rather than our own.

Why do we dream?

Why do we dream?

But.. wake and not remember a thing?

We dream all our lives

Remember good dreams

.. and bad

Some stick

While others vanish

Vanish away

With the rest of our past

Those cherrished memories

Are only cherrished because..

Its all you have left

I see those memories as dreams

Sometimes we plant events

And images

In our head

Those seeds are the dreams

Of our lives

Pieces of puzzles that we put together

Not always true

.. but not always false

We all wish

That we could live in our dreams

When..

Really..

We can

If we plant the seeds

And help them grow

Our dreams

Can be our reality.

***

you're stuck on me

Just Impolite- Plushgun

Friday night became so lonely,

When you came to make a break,

That seemed to take all day to make me angry 'cause I

Like you, maybe I'm just Like You

Holding on to something that we know we can not hold

or fold it seems it seems we just can't forget

Are you frightened, by perfection?

Is this who you are, not who you want to be,

I walk the line like Johnny Cash

I made the bus in seconds flat

I called your line too many times

I'm not obsessed, just impolite.

Sunday came and went so quickly

now you say you want me back

you will hold on, despite my cons,

it seems we're meant to hate it!

Being so dependent.

But it seems we can believe that we're two peas in this pod

we call New York, gets so lonesome.

Are you frightened, by neglection?

Am I who you want to see yourself to be?

I walk the line like Johnny Cash

I made the bus in seconds flat

I called your line too many times

I'm not obsessed, just impolite

You're stuck on me, you don't know why

Can't leave me anytime you try

They say that everybody cries

so don't think twice 'cause it's alright.

Stay here,

touching you, touching the light in your eyes

that keeps coming back

Never had to knock on wood.

No matter the differance.

out with the old

in with the new

never forget

the life that you choose

nights may seem easy

days will be rough

always remember

to never give up

I've felt at times that ... it would be better to just give up.

Until I noticed the people around me.

The people who cared.

The people who loved me.

Friends.

Family.

Then I couldn't bear the thought.

With love comes all.

Without it.

We are nothing.

Everyone deserves love.

A chance.

No matter the differance.

No matter the heart.

We all should stay together.

And, never part.

spiders on the edge

Love is 

spiders on the edge

and we're hanging by a thread

connected to the other end 

of this twisted frequency

Turtle..

Sketching.Doodles.Faces.Turtle.

i will be the ghost whos at your side

One of my new favorite bands <3 <3 

are you out there?

... wishes 

she 

could

see

stars ...