I don’t understand these changes in me.
I don’t understand these words being said.
I don’t understand these people around me.
I’m losing myself.
I don’t understand these frantic looks.
I don’t understand these tears that escape.
I don’t understand these silent eyes.
I’m losing everything.
I don’t understand these soundless cries.
I don’t understand these deep lifeless breaths.
I don’t understand these unkind glares
I’ve lost everything in me.
In my own world, I suppose
You will never find me without music, books, or my writings.
I’m a complex girl living in a very generic world.
The predictable voices have become a quiet hum in my life.
I choose to tune out the ceaseless stupidity out with loud music and by delving into another world with some books and writing. I become someone else through my writing and books, I become someone more than ever imagined.
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Quotes
“Heavens not a place you go when you die; it’s that moment in life when you actually feel alive.”
“The Tide” The Spill Canvas
Published on September 03, 2008.
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