Live while laughing. The current crashes against your ear, telling you everything you need to hear. Listen to it, for one day it will stop and you will be lost. Take their advice before they throw you out to the sea. I'm confused and hungry, approach me, and I will lap up the attention. We are confused. We are hungry. We are still finding our way to the sea, crawling, trying to keep the sand out of our faces. Intelligent newborns, still making the mistakes we did as toddlers, giggling, maybe we're drunk, tipping the bottle like our mothers milk is inside. Maybe we're high, chasing happiness the way we were taught. Maybe we're confused. Envying the baby sea turtles who find they're way within hours, while it takes us years. I've never swam in the ocean. Never walked along the sea. Does it hold answers, guide us back to our current?
Currently everlasting,
I crawl,
I live,
And I laugh.
-M
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A Collection of Thought
PoesiaJust thoughts and stuff i have, but have yet to adapt into songs. A basic concept. High key inspired by Ryan Ross's Livejournal
