scrapped

the sun is out
it is strong
now my body is hot

i feel cool
like the breeze
and the dewy grass beneath me

i feel fresh
like the flowers
that i lay in, they’re so small

i find shade
cools me off
watch the others run around

what the fuck is this

may 18, 2015 8:35 PM

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new sun

it’s been months
finally the sun has come out
was I in a dark dream
have i just woken up
this sunlight, so foreign
like the first time i’m feeling it
it’s almost nostalgic
triggers mood so pensive
open up the shades
let the real light in

blurry

time in slow motion
wonder who you’re lovin
now things are different
I’m on this side holdin onto nothin

walk away, walk away from me
away from this place, i’ll let you be
my heart beats too fast, I can’t sleep
no more of this, you did this to me

time goes too fast,i can’t see
when I look back
everything is so blurry

our perception of time was different
connection we had was lost, so distant
was it good, was it bad, who cares/doesn’t matter, you already left
all I have left are all those songs you wrote
did you mean them, or was our time here just a joke

october 22, 2015 1:37 PM on train to London

i cannot be broken

I’m not afraid of rejection
just afraid of being broken
it’s like spending your life building something
then getting it torn apart and left with nothing

I see how it works
how people think others are worth
at first it’s all love
then they all end up hurt

you can say no to me
go ahead, show honesty
but I don’t want to be stuck in a fantasy
wake up one day to a nightmare on elm street

I’m afraid of finally falling in love
then being left for someone better
I’m afraid of being the only one to not know
if something is wrong, if there’s another girl

I’m afraid of being who I always said I wouldn’t be
I don’t want someone to break me
I cannot be broken

(from November 4, 2015 21:45)

this train

as this train slows down
my heart speeds up
spent hours in this seat
it’s time to get up

time to move forward
just like the train
get ready for the next few months
in this new city

I have nothing
I have nobody
all I have are these heavy bags
too big for me

took myself out of a familiar place
now in this city
not one recognizable face

(October 23, 2015 12:14 AM [London])

guide me there

brain dead
body numb
sleep on sleep
no work done

morning comes
wake up wake up
Truman show
home, but lost

less sleep
more time
brain works
I’m fine

lead the way
out of here
creative mind
guide me there

sleepless again

I try to keep myself busy
so I won’t overthink
but once I lay down at midnight to sleep
the thoughts suffocate my mind

I am always tired
I wish there was a way to keep my thoughts calm
I push through the sleepy feeling
and force my body to work
but once again
when I lay down the next night
my mind is the one that works