I am young and though my teenage years I did not know how to stress this subject enough. It is a feeling of being stranded and not knowing how to juggle life at all. Sooner or later in the back of my mind I knew I would have to handle it but I guess I did not know that it would have to be this soon. I got so use to it being choked up in my own throat that I started drowning in my own reality when I did not even know it.I found myself asking the same questions over and over again. "How did I get here?" "What happen to me?" "How can I get out?" In my desperate attempts to fight for air, i discovered a safe haven in the arms of another.
(i dont know im not done yet . . . im planning to finish it in graphics class for a cover project; in a few days till it gets turned in.) till that time here are the works of the past. ENJOY
dont close your eyes, it gets better from here. creativity in the silence, beneath the whispers among peers, past our determination during all these years, inside the fog of the head without a mind, though the completion of the end of time. it is the place where you could put your feet in the sand, and clouds take shape as rain in your hand. where the heart isnt where your home is and kisses dont taste any sweeter than what love simply is. the words spoken out here transform into poetry of our souls, where feelings of yesterday never reflect today's real goals, and the only thing im feeling is you here close to me.
i wear clothes to take off and i pee like a fountain. my life ceases to be planned out. for this is the way one should live, no plans, just soul to guide the way. passion inside my everyday is essential. without this key you have no gas for the journey. in all my years of observing and taking notes on other humans i have noticed that too many exist and not enough of those are actually living. this is the path i choose to travel on. it is my choice to keep my mouth shut and not talk that much, but put every thought i had in writing and i am sure that you will be moved. love is my setting and i could feel it in my bones. love is where i grow and on this land of love i thrive. i am alive; i am aware; i am scared; i am barely human.
(i dont know im not done yet . . . im planning to finish it in graphics class for a cover project; in a few days till it gets turned in.) till that time here are the works of the past. ENJOY
dont close your eyes, it gets better from here. creativity in the silence, beneath the whispers among peers, past our determination during all these years, inside the fog of the head without a mind, though the completion of the end of time. it is the place where you could put your feet in the sand, and clouds take shape as rain in your hand. where the heart isnt where your home is and kisses dont taste any sweeter than what love simply is. the words spoken out here transform into poetry of our souls, where feelings of yesterday never reflect today's real goals, and the only thing im feeling is you here close to me.
i wear clothes to take off and i pee like a fountain. my life ceases to be planned out. for this is the way one should live, no plans, just soul to guide the way. passion inside my everyday is essential. without this key you have no gas for the journey. in all my years of observing and taking notes on other humans i have noticed that too many exist and not enough of those are actually living. this is the path i choose to travel on. it is my choice to keep my mouth shut and not talk that much, but put every thought i had in writing and i am sure that you will be moved. love is my setting and i could feel it in my bones. love is where i grow and on this land of love i thrive. i am alive; i am aware; i am scared; i am barely human.
