Emptyness. there is no next step. there is only the steps that could have been. I feel high. but i'm far from it. Let me leave these walls i've learned so well. I know every inch and every detail, fully memorized i see which path they each will lead; i see all possibilities, i see every tangent and dimension.
I want. completely nonjudgmental conversation. to empty my soul.
I remember when i used to dream, when i had ambition, when i had an unending motivation that just needed direction.
I loved this, i wrote it last winter.
what it is
wind crys winter
so i'll study forever,
and when i wake up
water is cold before wet.
life's a life.
live it, love it, and die already.
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