When I stopped chasing logic I realized everyone is just like me. Crying out collectively they could not be heard. The loud voices are equal to mental screams. No one hearing a peep. No one listening. Even if they heard they would never understand. In that moment it hit me.
I close them. Then open them. Again. And again. And again. Wiping the sand away I squint wondering why here? Despite the dilation I still see the same thing. Different hues and shades, but the picture has failed to change. The view finders remain unchanged. The pupil perseveres attempting to
It’s a gentle war. Take off that cool and be aware of people who aren’t really there. I see it with my eyes closed. You wouldn’t acknowledge it if deep from within it screamed your name. Take it all off. Take it all off and tell me you’re sorry like
Stay at Your Best You’ll never know how brave you are until you’re broke. That’s when your best ideas come about. Your beautiful mind finally acknowledges and believes something of substance sits behind your eyes of brown. Is the banana rotten because it’s brown? It might be sweeter.
America in the Morning -Why didn’t you go? -I was afraid I’d get lost. -Why? -Cuz I haven’t been before. Nobody wants to be lost. -But why? Eventually you will find, well who knows what you’ll find or what will find you! Getting lost might be worth the risk. You