I am not necessarily sure about a… I mean who can be entirely sure of… Existing lately has felt painful,… It is painful to exist, it be pain… The silence of being alone makes f…
I know the universe gives what we… Its hard when motivation, I lack. I am open, and the energy comes. I close my eyes, and gone is the s… I try so hard to be the only one,
It’s unorthodox The river flowing– n’ the opposite direction of the r… It is going side stream, not even up or down.
I am not who I am, I am. Not who you said, or see or know o… I am something beyond the unreal. A deeper emotion, a denser ocean - a wave of unwanted commotion.
Invisible– drowning in the noise. You talk with such poise. I went silent– where are the years… Soaking up the nostalgia, drowning… Life is ripping at the seams.
How could I forget The thought was in my head Not so long ago The blackness came Came over me
To the depths of one’s understandi… can lay so shallow and rigid. For we have been taught one way, and never forgiven. Feeling lost in our sense of selve…
We have this preconceptiom– that once we reach our goal things will become infinite– easily accessible. The funny thing is– besides the acts of the karmic nature of the universe.. the w...
You formed me to be who I am toda… I guess I cannot just give you bl… You’re not the only ones Everything I’ve done to you, You have done to me
We do not see with our eyes We see with our brains We see with our minds Our eyes are what we see through Portals to the external world
People come and go, A river of clichés Passing by Been thinking Of you
If you’re guilty and you know it,… Karma is just a different form of… Everything you ever said, I’ve go… Tried one more bump, now I’m bumm… Fly one more time, and I’m fucked…
More and more information fills my… I pull out the sift and I try to… all my thoughts my concerns, outside I complain, “Bring me to the days where
Nobody will ever understand the wa… I know that is supposed to be a cl… But it isn’t Nobody will ever know They don’t think my thoughts
Life becomes this endless pattern of stories, stories to be told. People to meet, people you’ve met. Some people stay, but most people go & along with the river we flow. Every job, ever...
