But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing's changed at all?
& if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
-Pompeii, Bastille
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Friday, April 17, 2015
Maybe
Maybe we will always continue looking for home but end up settling for familiarity. And maybe, in between seeking company, we try to convince ourselves there is meaning. When everything is mere ambiguity.
Maybe we are just everything -
in a nothing.
Or maybe we are all just nothing.
Maybe we do all of this,
rationalizing,
justifying,
denying,
feeling-
being.
Maybe we are just everything -
in a nothing.
Or maybe we are all just nothing.
Maybe we do all of this,
rationalizing,
justifying,
denying,
feeling-
being.
Because no one likes to feel alone.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
twenty-ninth
maybe it takes a little blurriness to get inspired,
a little diversion to realize what you had
and a little moment of confusion and emotional chaos
to figure out -
that you've been living the facade
you have built
with your own bare hands
and you have built with bricks a wall
between the arrangement of your rib cage
to keep what is wild in place
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
slow
Here is to
every moment,
in the confined corner
space of a room
slow dancing to inaudible songs
that speak in languages
only our hearts are capable of understanding.
every moment,
in the confined corner
space of a room
slow dancing to inaudible songs
that speak in languages
only our hearts are capable of understanding.
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