| There is a point in your life, a random moment, when you realize how beautiful the world truly is. That one moment that's tailor-made for you, that can affect in ways nothing in the world can. A simple moment where you realize where you are, who are you, and what's really out there. It doesn't even have to be something renowned. This moment is just for you, and no one else.
It's something as simple as a plastic bag caught in a updrift, dancing and swirling around with the leaves. Its when you see this you realize that its not just a plastic bag, there's something more behind it.
And then I forget why I'm talking like this and go back to being blind.
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| oh, how he lays there, in the midst of all that has happened, clothes tattered, covered in blood. how beautiful this tragedy truly is for he has embarked on the most important journey he has ever had to face. in these last moments, he journeys to find hope.
in his life, he has faced much pain and sorrows. he has been beaten and rejected by the world, but still, he grasped onto it with his dear life. however, in these last moments, what difference would it make? a lifetime of wrongs and hurts could not be made up for in this last moment. up until this point, his life has meant nothing. all he knew was the horrors of war and the flawed understanding of morals. he holds back his tears for he has been brought up to never show weakness, but he breaks down. like a broken dam, streams dribble down his dirty cheek. he is vulnerable, but what he has found is far beyond his strength.
"i can almost see you," he says. "i can feel you." and with his dying breath, he mutters out the quiet words that would set him free...
"i believe."
he found what he has been searching for.
_____inspiration.
i can almost see you by hammock |
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| Passed out in our school clothes so we'd wake up in our Sunday's best
I never asked for your opinion, I just got it and I get it
You move slow like daytime drama
And I'm boring like his songs
So while I'm taking you for granted
We'll be humming along
Well cross my heart and hope to
I'm lying just to keep you here
So reckless, So thoughtless, So careless
So paint your face up something elegant
And this time maybe a darker shade of red
Cause a long night means a fist fight
Against your pillow and my pearly whites
I want to hear you scream you like me better on my knees
So let us grieve
So let us grieve
Don't you ask me |
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Do you see what I see? No?
Oh, how lucky you must be.
You choose what you want to see,
Things that make your world livable.
Lies that fabricate and initiate the most perfect world.
How beautiful it must be to see through your eyes.
You see, I see things through a unique eye.
I see what it truly is. The truth.
It is raw and it is painful,
But it is reality.
And for that, I am glad.
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| She catches your eye.
Look how she moves like that to the beat with her hair all down.
Dancing. Sweating. Finger poppin'. She doesn't give a fuck.
Her cute yellow sweater, wearing her favorite jeans and pair of old nikes.
She's got style.
For once, a girl who's not a product of mass media.
She does her own damn thing.
She smokes. She drinks. Mom would be so proud.
You've never been with a girl like this.
She sees right through you. You don't need to impress her.
She is real. She isn't complex.
You feel it. She feels it.
So you tell her...
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