“This is fact not fiction, for the first time in Years”

My thoughts are too jumbled to write right now. So here’s some random lyrics from songs stuck in my head right now.

“The heart may freeze, or it can burn. The pain will ease if I can learn, there is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as my last”

“And when I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better, It picks you up and turns you around”

“She got me high, and I hardly noticed there were tears in her eyes”

“But she cant relax, with his hand on the small of her back”

“You mean everything to no one, but me”

“And you can't even begin to know
How many times I've told myself "I told you so"
And you can't even begin to believe
There's so many bridges engulfed in flames behind me”

“You dont want baggage without lifetime guarantee. You dont want to watch me die”

“Love is watching someone die, who is going to watch you die?”

“Life’s too short babe, time is flying. I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine”

“You may tire of me, but our December sun is setting. I’m not who I used to be”

 

Sometimes I think I’m just lyrics waiting for some sort of Melody. Floating here with profound thoughts, and no direction or flow.

But its all I have. Here are my own.

- When your reflection fades, what of your perfect beauty remains?

-  Do you know, my friend, the winds you blow?
That send me into disarray,
Come upon me in the night and scatter,
Everything I wish to say.
The cold makes glass of my heart,
it sends shivers through my senses.
Turning this heart of love into ice,
Transforming my words, and my tenses.
My tears, as the rain, pelt my face.
A flood of memories fill my soul my soul,
Of all we were, and are, and will never be,
And how far I am from my goal.
And now you float away as the dark clouds,
But I sit here and weep,
Crying out from beneath the rubble,
For My storm I wished to keep.

- In my soul there is a disconnect. I try to feel. But all that’s there is regret.

- Now the rains stopped around me, and I’m up off my knees

*I wish I could get my voice back… my mutterings cause a stir, like something that wants to come out… people say what they hear beautiful. But I don’t feel it anymore.*

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Photo Projects for this week. Im kinda proud of it.