Tell me.
Tell these things to me. Put them on here. But tell me. Get it out. Hit me. You need it. Just talk to me. We all have so much to learn. So much to grow from… I’ll help you find peace.
Tell these things to me. Put them on here. But tell me. Get it out. Hit me. You need it. Just talk to me. We all have so much to learn. So much to grow from… I’ll help you find peace.
You never truly enjoy a bicycle until your training wheels are off. I’m ashamed it took so long; but proud that I’m finally here. If I fall, there is nothing to save me— and it shouldn’t be any other way. I know you’d be proud of me, too. =^)
“The hurt doesn’t show, but the pain still grows.” I am being consumed by time.
The hopelessness is starting to get to me. I’m truly afraid, and don’t know what to say. I have not been here before.
If only you would find the fairness in my regrets. Is this just another phase? I need a home now.
The wall stares back at me. The wall will win. It always does. But I’ll give it a good run of its’ efforts every chance I have. As my final surge of electricity excites my mind. As the last bold bolt of lightning I will ever produce in my time on this blue dot ignites a wholly conscious thought across my brain, I’ll query questions of no importance to any other being. As the last seconds of my time approach an end, I’ll sweetly wonder, “What all have I wasted; what all have I lost; what all will I never be?” Then I’ll be able to tell you what comes next, if you ever happen to find me again…
