Dear Diary,
There's always a point in your life where you have uncontrolable questions. Questions in which cannot be answered. You spend a long period of time searching for those answers when in all the answer is in you. Those questions are unanswerable until put in the hands of those who ask it. I've found it to be more difficult in life when all you do is smile fake. The fake smiles put there to reasure everyone else you're fine. Making it so they dont have questions such as, "did I make her like this?" "what did I say?" Why must life find ways to bring down the weak? I'm weak, but then again so are you. People tend to call themselves hard. Hard? No. You seem to be as hard as a kitten in a rainstorm. There's always gonna be a weak spot. You're weak. Face the facts. I hit myself hard in the face a while back. Asking questions isn't always the best for some of us. "Can I sit and listen?" "Sure, go ahead!" BAM! Right in the face. I've seen the light. That was the start to a new begining. A new friendship. A new source of brokeness. Goodbye. Life seems to repeat itself. I dont know, we've done it all before. There's been wars and afairs and death and despair. We've cried and laughed day after day. We're dull and predictable. Kids are born and the elderly die. Yet, the unpredictable happens. And sometimes we feel like we can't make it on our own, so we look for help. More questions. You need to realize the truth in life. We live on our own inside. Because every mistake comes with a benefit; mistakes we made due to choices of our own. Solemn. I'm not deep, but then again, neither are you. You just think. Think a little bit harder. Get to the center of your most inner thoughts, and see it's nothing but a joke. We think and think so we can come up with words to describe our emotion, but our emotions can only be described with the motion of our body. Give up. You cant dream a thought or think a dream. Dreams come from what we feel, but can't see. Why do you think dreams are so out of place? You can day dream with thoughts, but what thought would be realistic? Your day dreams only meet your desires. Shut up. You cant speak without motion. Talk with your hands if you wanna be so specific. Stop studering you fool. There's no reason why you can't speak what you're thinking. If you know what it is, speak it don't splurr it. Dream it don't think it. Feel it, don't say it. I speak my mind so why don't you? Just breathe. Exhale and forget. Gurdges only make you weaker. Remembering every horrible thing done to you can hold you back. Sit in a dark room with your eyes wide open. Things will be alot clearer. Those voices in your head telling you to shut your eyes, they make you weak. Don't fear the nature. Fear your mind, it can decieve. Dear Diary, I'm afraid, but then again ...so are you.
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