Random mess...

Description...

Both hands... All fingers bent permanently in the direction of the keyboard, My pinky straightened to perfection for the shift key in constant reach... I closed my eyes...Slowed my breathing... For a change my music vibes at a medium volume— My arms then folded across my stomach, hands locked so tight, I'm not hot, nor cold, the medium feeling consumed me... Unsure of which side to choose... Which feeling to feel...in a daze I was on my on wave... I saw what I wanted; I felt what I wanted... A breeze kissed my right cheek... Oh perfect timing... Nothing mattered for some reason though I knew everything...

Natural formality...

Past, meet present, present, meet past...

Scared of my own thoughts… Circulating because no one will ever understand as much as me… To try is appreciated but the fact will always remain. So I won't waste time but still sulk in my own thoughts and beliefs. No brief— No forgetting, no pushing to the side, Temporary because it don't last long… But if I ever feel free, it’s back like reverse. Or no because I never went forward, of course I just thought I did. To go forward would be to go ahead... Not an option here, I’m here, That’s the only certainty. Comfort is way to far-fetched… Feeling your actual feelings… It could make it hard for you...

I can relate...

Pushing...

I’ve had to ask why over a thousand times… For my hearts emotionally broken, Pray it doesn’t take a physical toll… These past few days have been such confusion and it continues. They constantly say never question him, he knows what he is doing, Forgive me for my curiosity for my troubles are oddly the most consistent thing in my life right now… So why? I feel like there is something I should be let in on, ya know? It’s awkward when your troubles aren’t enough of a priority to ponder on a broader scale to anyone but yourself so of course, Like everything else… Just push it to the side. Maybe it’s...

Delicate inevitability...

No shine here...

In my darkest hour I… who am I kidding? I’m completely honest with myself in a sense of me knowing exactly who I am… My pleasures aren’t guilty for I want to… Like what I like Love what I love Hate what I hate Tolerate what I want to tolerate. Music and darkness makes me happy…occasional track pleasure is meanly source of making me feel like I’m even human—I’m truly in love with it. Before and after, never during for I am free, I’m wondering what’s the next hiccup is gonna be… I chose to walk for tiptoeing only showed that I hoped with some possibility the storm wouldn’t come, now it seems so inevitable....

The view...

Kinda know...try

Optimism is not fear nor does it represent doubt… It is the key to viewing options in every aspect, Grasping and accepting that you have or could in fact, fail. So what’s next? But then you learn from it… All the while obtaining the knowledge to move forward and so on… See, it can’t be about the talk, but the walk ya know? As cliché as it sounds, it’s true. How might you want success more than anything but don’t want put in the work more than you claim to want to make it to the top? — Because you can win a race without actually running huh? It’s this new world that sparks this— Yes everything looks...