It's easy to be misunderstood. It's even easier to misunderstand. The world is full of people trying to understand things by putting them into the tiny boxes in their tiny minds. Big ideas in tiny boxes. Forcing everything into set stereotypes and cliches. Think outside the box? It never happens. People are afraid to even peek outside the box. Ultimately it is fear of the unknown. They force the things they do not know into the boxes of things they do know, distorting them as they go along. Changing the truth into something more easily understood by their tiny, tiny minds. The same way that fear of the dark is just fear of the unknown. Tiny minds can't comprehend that everything isn't as they thought it was. Change is a scary concept
she sits in her tower looking out her glass window watching the world pass by, she watches the flowers grow blossom then die and rot, she watches kids hold hands and walk down the road with hope in there hearts and a smile in there eyes, she watches the men in suits with a brief case in one hand drive to work with the life drained from there soul and an emptiness in there distant gaze, she watches the tears from the sky cascade down endless buildings finally landing on the cold tarmac she sits in her tower and wonders to herself what it would be like to live like that
I'm standing on one foot at the top of a hundred foot pole, arms out, balancing. I've got obligations nudging me here, life-goals nudging me there. I've got deadlines blowing from this way, addictions blowing from that way. I stand here, counterbalancing against it all, trying to get these projects done. I just want to be the best I can be. I just want to please my shepherd. I'm a failing sheep. I'm looking down at the distance. I'm anticipating a fall, and trying to discern if I can survive it. I'm wondering who I will let down as the wind picks up. I'm asking my network for help, and they are offering advice. The pole keeps growing taller, I keep getting higher. My legs and feet are getting sore. I can't hold this pose for much longer. I want to sit. I want to rest.
he took my heart without even realising but forget to give me his so now theres just an empty pit in my chest, i only miss him when im breathing so maybe i'll be better off dead, at least then i'll have nothing to lose, nothing to get hurt over. no one can fix me anymore the broken pieces of my soul are lost under the stars and no one would try to put them back together for they would cut open there hands and im just not worth it am i
looking out the window, i watched the storm take over the sky, drops of water slid down the glass pane, i tried to open the window but it was locked, all i could do was watch the darkness engulf the light as tears rained down from the sky, i began to bang on the window desperately trying to ease her pain but it was too late the ground shook as thunder rumbled from the clouds and sparks of lightening illuminated the flooded ground. her broken soul had given up as the clouds parted and the sky was white, blank, dead