I sit on a chair
and I really think I don’t care
About being alive
Cause I suck at living a life,
but I’m great at living a lie.
I sit on a chair
and I really think I don’t care
About being alive
Cause I suck at living a life,
but I’m great at living a lie.
So quick to push the dead end truth into the neighbours’ garden
to walk the merry go round as it spins
upside down hanging from cloud strings
begging to snap
the seams of clean linen on the line.
oh, you don’t want to go this way, do you?
Sun blows itself onto my hair strands,
I am peace and I am wild.
Goose me more rays and I’ll pull down the whole sun. Just to feel that glow so easily won.
Well if I was the rainbow dressed in feathers and glue, I’d probably stick up for the gold, and undo a shoe.
It always happens like this, getting the quotes in up for sale. People making money off starting a trail.
I delight in a lot of my own being, but what happens when I realize it’s too little of you-ing and too much of me-ing.
There’s a balance to be kept, to keep the raft afloat, but do I dip too far forward and forget that I have hope?
Don’t mind me, but do. I am the type of person that’ll find your niche and your canoe. I know waves and I know water, teach me your swim and I’ll call you father.
The deep pitted ‘if I was avocado sugar feeling, racing around my blood track. Apprehensive little race car cells, being all cute and energetic. Is it better not to brace for impact? And better to embrace the nature of it? There’s beauty in the after affects but holy nugget there’s an oil tank of fear too. Why? Well. Car can’t go vroom without oil, right?
I want to make it right.
Will you let me ?
Will you think the same right as me?
Or will I be left dumbfounded.
I used to surrender to the power of the love for other people, instead of loving myself.
My relationships not lasting because I had no internal peace. Nobody was ever going to be enough in my eyes because I consistently and constantly required more then what any human could give. Internal peace. I am not good for anyone if i am not good for self . If I am my own toxic habit, I will only spill that on the jeans of my partner and no matter how many times you wash, that stain doesn’t come out.
Let us lean into the uncomfortability. That vulnerability that each of us possess but yet often times do not activate or display. We are afraid of showing each other who we are.
Consider a present you are so excited to give someone. Whether you had to save four months to purchase it, or it took you six weeks to make. Think of that feeling. What if we felt the same way when we give the gift of who we are, to other people? Give your gift, the gift that only you can.
Here’s to you being so much of you; who else would you be.
Oh, there are 1001 identities and I don’t want you to try any of them,
but you for you.
That’s the right one.
The way you like it like this,
but can’t say the words.
The way it’ll throw you off course
You Tell me that at Least.
while your back against the plaid
that you gave me
How many years ago now?
Time trickles through the system
and we absorb and believe
that One Day,
we will tell it truly,
How we Like it.
And the Course,
will forever be Changed.