I've never told you and I do not believe I will. I know who I am, and this leads me to an assumption of incorrectness. Whether I'm right or not, I'm not telling you any of this. What I would love to, but cannot, lies deep within, buried somewhere in the ironbound stone I call my heart. I don't ever speak, I only whisper... Or scream, very seldom, but I do.
In your lands undiscovered I'm nobody, I exist as much as I hate looking in the direction you occupy -- I don't. I never did... Alas I may not promise for that to be true at any given time in the future. The future holds a grand secret to us all, a mystery larger than what one could call "my nonspeakivity".
I just don't speak, my heart does not... But I would love you to hear it.
her wish upon a shooting star, her secret thought as she blew out the candles, her prayers in the bleak nights were all for him, he saw that same shooting star and shut his eyes tight, he wished harder than ever before for you see unlike her, he had already fallen in love alongside someone, he had already felt the touch one desires, he had already done what she wishes for and that is why on that shooting star he wished for it to end
its not just the people who can make you laugh or smile, its the, people who can let you cry. If a person can break down your walls enough for your emotions to come out, your true emotions then you know that person makes you feel comfortable, loved and valued, if you cant cry on there shoulder, and you cant let your emotions out honestly then they aren't family
we're the young, self conscious, fucked up youth. We care about how people see us, are we funny enough, pretty enough,smart enough, rich enough, talented enough. We get so caught up in trying to be the perfect person, we forget to ask are we happy enough because lets face it no ones figured out the 'meaning of life' so why should we care about all that crap, why should we spend our lives stressing over every little detail, picking apart all our faults, did you ever consider that to some people your faults aren't faults at all, so stop listening to the voices in your head, listen to your heart, stop caring about things that really don't matter at all, let your hair down before it turns grey, go enjoy the little things, make the most of what you've got, and do whatever the hell you want
i looked up at the sky he created, it was ugly, it was dull, it was grey but it was honest. i gathered my paints and my brushes and began painting over it, i swirled the colours over the sky i covered every inch of it in vibrant pinks and oranges hoping to make the sky more beautiful. i was proud of the work i had done and tired so i decided to go to sleep. Opening my eyes the next morning, i looked up at the sky i saw the ugly dull yet honest scene i saw the day before so i gathered my paints and brushes and painted again but despite how hard i tried, the next day my art would be washed away. i guess you cant cover up the truth forever