Sometimes, Sometimes...
It's those days that i live for.
When i'm walking alone,
under this big blue sky
that looks as if the clouds
have been painted with the brilliant
vibrant watercolors of heaven.
As if God himself
took a paintbrush and made
sweeping strokes across the sky
so that each cloud looked smooth,
beautiful, surreal,
glowing in the soft hues of
rose, orange and azure.
When the wind caresses your face
with a soft and gentle breeze.
Neither bitter nor harsh,
but the cool hand of a lover.
It comforts,
it strokes,
it heals.
It is these days that i live for.
The days where i can look up
and i can see my dream.
Where i can think to myself
I'm home
and believe it
for at least a moment.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Daydream.
It's strange.
The type of music that would give most normal people a pounding headache,
gives me the ability to daydream better than ever.
The type of music that would give most normal people a pounding headache,
gives me the ability to daydream better than ever.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
All I Need.
Where is the safest place for me?
I'm tempted to answer that question with two answers; answers that no one but me will like.
I'm safest when i live only in other people's memories.
A memory cannot change.
It is there forever, unchanging and unrelenting.
The emotions, the words, the feelings, the warmth, the sadness...
it all stays the same.
There are bad memories too, but there are also many good ones.
It is through the experiences in our memories that we begin to truly cherish those around us.
If i lived only in someone else's memories, i would be however they wanted to remember me as forever.
I could be kind, cute, funny, mean, bitchy or a combination of all of those...
but i would never change.
I would stay the same...
and no one could touch me.
Of course... to live only in memories has the implication that i wouldn't be alive anymore. Which i guess would be a big...factor.
The second answer would be locked away inside my dream world.
or in other words, locked up inside my own mind.
Here, i have everything that i've ever wanted.
Here, i am happy.
Here, no one can touch me.
In my dream world, Az is there.
and Az is all i need.
I'm tempted to answer that question with two answers; answers that no one but me will like.
I'm safest when i live only in other people's memories.
A memory cannot change.
It is there forever, unchanging and unrelenting.
The emotions, the words, the feelings, the warmth, the sadness...
it all stays the same.
There are bad memories too, but there are also many good ones.
It is through the experiences in our memories that we begin to truly cherish those around us.
If i lived only in someone else's memories, i would be however they wanted to remember me as forever.
I could be kind, cute, funny, mean, bitchy or a combination of all of those...
but i would never change.
I would stay the same...
and no one could touch me.
Of course... to live only in memories has the implication that i wouldn't be alive anymore. Which i guess would be a big...factor.
The second answer would be locked away inside my dream world.
or in other words, locked up inside my own mind.
Here, i have everything that i've ever wanted.
Here, i am happy.
Here, no one can touch me.
In my dream world, Az is there.
and Az is all i need.
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