Drugs for my friends. Cos I’m such a good influence. Hahaha Kidd. Capsule letters for the last day of the term! ❤
The pitter pattering of the rain on the window sills,
on your bare skin,
and on your lashes camouflaging tears.
Are you scared and utterly bewildered?
Wafting across the idle space,
Is this just another phase?
For days and days you try to find,
that fearless soul and serene mind.
You ask yourself, ‘fight or flight?’
While you take on days with all your might.
Maybe soon this all will end,
Where you don’t have to smile nor chirp to pretend.
When you think there’s no one you can rely,
Smile little bird, and say, 'I've got what it takes to fly'.
Someday, that day will come, when that unplanned trip happens just because we want to escape, run free and get lost. Wherein i’ll pack my clothes, get money and just go out to the open road for miles and miles and miles. Friends with me or whoever is that someone to keep me company. To feel alive just because. Windows down, chilly wind running through my hair, good music that you’ve never heard of, deep conversations, city lights to northern lights, as buildings fade to trees, as roads meet the shore, as the sun dips down to the other side of the world and the night sky is embedded with stars, we’ll just go on and on, having the adventure of a lifetime.
Dusk(n.) When the skies are painted in gradients of pink and orange. And we have little infinities within our afternoon walks.
I wish we are all aware that we are dying one day at a time & we should all try to live & do good & love & be happy & breathe & laugh & live.
I remember watching you fall asleep like a kid. After I fell asleep with my head on your lap. Voices uttering stories inside a room in the middle of the woods, we fell asleep just before sunrise beamed through the glass doors in a place far from home, but felt like home.
Letters never fail. They contain more than just mere words, they are alive; words from another soul’s heart. It is an attempt to explain a hint of the whole of what you feel.
When I was younger, I wish that I would have known better. Better love makes a fat romance, that lasts for more than a shoe shine. Im older, took all the words of my mother, saying, It could be worse, could be born with that disease, instead of catching it first. So lets go back, to the first time, that I met you, in your Chevy, with your hands stretched, and me crying, screaming, Mercy. Mercy. But I know that, I was put here, to fight Vikings in the cold war, with my arms out,
in the front lines, singing, Dare me. Dare me. But these things take time love. These things take backbone. And they’ll tell you what you want to hear cause they think its better. Better. But you better know how to point out the liars. You’ve got to weigh your wars make sure youre not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
Are you fighting for nothing?