These tears breed happiness, time waits, so scandals. Holding on till it can handle us. Waiting to break us down, when we forget it’s endless. To often we leave it to fate, let our minds debate while the moment hesitates to wait and it becomes to late. You see, we can’t change the past. It’s locked behind a mirror, triple pain glass. And if we let it, it guides our mast to unknown shores where happiness can’t last. With one broken day that memory becomes a stain that won’t scrub away. And that’s the price we pay while we fail to realize that we shaped it that way. There is no time traveling construction worker, no searcher, no memory lurker, trained to make days shorter and pains blurrier. No white out bleach, memory sucking leach, or wall that can be breached to a place of peace. There is only this time around, what happens here and now, and how loud we let the echoes of pain sound as they leave our world, straight into the ground.
Hold up, stick your nose up.........
how can you improve upon now?
ReplyDeletewould you believe you can slaugter it like a cow?
destruction is creation
meditate on the brink of zen
ask yourself when you want to pretend
you'll imagine your life as you imagine your strife
friendship wrecks don't last forever
but the calamity the comes with it is drift wood to sever
realize that there's nothing left in the never
art is not eternal, but existence is the shell on a turtle
hard and conspicious, a challenge to break
giving up information to debate
rise above the tides
you'll never find yourself drifting beneath the skies
weary in turbulent waves
shut the eyes, shut the eyes
nothing will follow the nautical ties.
~oh sam. oh sam. how much you've stolen! haha
Love,
Digress.