Why do paths seem to stretch a mile longer each day? This heavy pace of mine... My feet are being dragged behind me. Lonely gravels collide, cackles, piercing this hollow silence. That green pasture on the other side. Pulls and hooks like a sinful temptation. A place to lie. So soft, and so smooth. Everything fades...
The road goes on like a lonely lost highway ahead. The sun glimmers cynically. On that very end, seems so far away. Shut one eye, place your finger, it's within your reach. Every step sinks in bubbling tar. Sinking as seconds tick by. Bare the feet. Feel the sting. And the road goes on...
Shower the worries. Flood the emotions. Wash away the thoughts. Let em flow away, down the stream from where it all began. As I force my load into a little tiny note and cork it in a bottle. Let it float, along for days... To be found again, by the shore. Knocking at ends, waiting for claims of its lonesome owner.
Up in the mind, where everything seems tangled. Trapped in a hay stack, struggling to break free. This twisted feeling. Chaotic it appears, in a deliberate disguise. In every way accentric. Though so sane to sight. Help untie those crumpled ends... My jumbled, mixed feelings. Confused and perplexed. Numbed by insanity.
Plenty of heartstrings to pluck. Distance between those warm fuzzy fingers. November's at the very end. Where the trees are bare. And the roads are clear. Those cold icy flakes trinkles on my nose. The scent of frozen time. When nothing seems to matter. As clear as innocence remembers how. That fuzzy warm feeling...
It's 1.30 a.m. I'm wide awake and struggling to fall asleep. I'm feeling emo shit right now. Thanks to you guys from dance practice. No, correction : Thanks to You and you alone. Man, why are most of the chinese songs so sappy! No more emo sessions! It's so damaging xD
-Your ignorance aggravates me-
*~*~*~*scribbles and scrams*~*~*~*
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