it's the feeling of losing it all is what gives the single life a different sense of free... falling is the easy part until one too many times has escaped with the hearts need...
as thoughts get used to the feel of long nights that shorten as self creates a new luv... it ain't the emotion gained, it's the loss of a friend near the end of the lack of trust... forgetting the reason of relations within a friendship claiming to be rare to the touch...
it's how time changes facial expression if the process is to skip straight to the rush... as the norm is on a isolated journey trying to get far away from the daydreams... slowly regaining sleep as days turn into the fight of correcting worth busted at the seams...
it's the tears n the way they slide down the cheek that turns of desires for a while... loosening the play in the direction of what truly chuckles in the purpose of the smile...
no one wants to continue to die inside jus to come back even more bitter than before... it's the concept of one day it'll be over n being alone strikes fear from thoughts as an emotional whore...
thinking fuck the goofiness of chasing characters who do not know who they are... the removal of self from the turn about of pain is therapeutic to the shadows feeling the sun's char... it's better not to hate someone that's gotten close to the eventual tare as parting ways confuses the mind... as comfort resides in the teeter of keeping it friendly so no harsh words ever replace sighs...
freedom switches lanes in the recovery of emotional tenderness that speak in empty rooms... unable to hear the inevitable due to solo is the sound bouncing off mirrors that shows every fuckin mood...
it's in the hiding place tucked in the tongues drift from time to time that winds up hurting the most...
counting on self to have hope in the foundation it takes to build a home...
as patience runs outta the flickering flame imagined to be the ease of what's at a loss... stuck in a mental stability of overthinking terms that define motionless wonders in a pause...
it's the misfortune of bypassing perfect strangers knowing they feel the same exact way... as a break is needed to truly heal to leave the past buried with its remains...
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