Sometimes you wish you could see yourself from the outside looking in.
Would it be worth it?
Would it be what you expected?
Another episode of the tragedy series you subscribed to?
I'd like to think that it would make it less exciting, less interesting.
To know all the vast secrets that your world entails would mean that nothing would come as a pleasant surprise.
Emotions make us feel truly human.
If we didn't have these unexpected waves of anger, jealousy, bitterness, sadness, and loneliness, how could we know if happiness and contentment really existed?
Call me twisted, but I find sadness to be the most attractive emotion that a soul can bare. Your most vulnerable essence is set in the open for those close to see.
It sets the scene for an intimate moment.
A "heart to heart" if you will.
Negative emotions play an important role in my life, and I've learned to find familiarity and comfort in them.
Who said you can't be optimistic while being entrenched in negativity?
Oxymorons are all around us.
Even though you've never heard of someone being happily sad, or joyfully jealous; yet why can I identify with those conundrums?
Hmm.. food for thought in the buffet of my mind, But even so people starve and stare at the feast before them as they refuse to eat.
Our world is crazy and confusing, it reeks of pathetic worry.
Even though we try to mask the scent with candles of the same taste.
We are told to "Close your eyes" to the good and "open your eyes" to the bad as we grow older.
Close your eyes to indulge in kisses with your lover, but you have to open your eyes to see someone walk all over you and leave your life. "Open your eyes! How can you not see that he is bad for you, he is toxic! He wants to use you!"
Though in the beginning I was brainwashed to closing my eyes for the good of the order as time passed on.
"Don't forget to close your eyes when he kisses you, your first kiss should be special, close them when you hold him close."
Close out every imperfection to make him the man of your dreams so that you never have to wake up.
Our relationship is crazy and confusing, is reeks of pathetic worry.
Then why are we trying to mask the scent with candles of the same smell.
Tomorrow creeps into your house and steals the touch of your preserved heart.
It comes in with the wind and leaves with the draft after the lights are off.
As you lay awake worrying of what is to come, darkness hugs every corner.
You try to get away but it grips you tightly, you want to escape but you can't move.
Not a sound comes out of your mouth but you're screaming on the inside.
Oh, you realize you're asleep.
Your thoughts and dreams manifest into reality as you rest unwillingly.
Tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow is.. so far away.
Tomorrow is .. today. Oh. Fuck.
Guess it's too late to procrastinate once more. It's here.
Deadlines and end dates, due dates and missed fates.
Our future is crazy and confusing, is reeks of pathetic worry.
Then why are we trying to mask the scent with candles of the same appearance.
