I wouldn't trust you to stop and look at me like you cared
typically i cancel you out the first time you say hello
and then i wonder if it'll just be me
sometimes it hurts to care
and other times it's
worse to be
alone.
but is it enough
to move us beyond our wall
that says we're safe and independent
are we too worried that we might have to settle the fight
it's always a choice, but what am I holding out for and what am i leaving behind
today is not about you or me.
it's just about the desire to be free
free from the bricks and the tricks and the lies
in this case, there would be no goodbyes
my weakness for holding on too long
would bring us our never ending song
it comes and it goes
but however slow
we stitch together the joys and pains
and tomorrow we might switch lanes
but the right passengers never leave
we all just have to believe
that love makes it all worth living
and to that we should all be clinging
I realize not everything lasts, but if it doesn't, maybe we didn't want it to, maybe the gift was just for us to prepare for something else, or maybe God didn't want it to, or Satan pushed us away, or fate saved us for another day. We have to figure it out and wisdom passes through time. There is no clock on the wall that tells us what's right and when it's okay to fall. But we all learned a lesson after-all.
We find what moves us and we move with it. It's kind of like choosing our wind. I move with children, with learning, with writing, with music and dance, with pictures, with art, with talking and laughing, with meeting new people and developing new ideas, with passion and discovery. I paint pictures of lines and patterns. I am moved by a cute smile and by sincere eyes. I love with my heart and doubt with my mind. I dream of biking on a warm summer day and kissing underneath the moonlight. I ride with both hands, but every now and then I let one go. I secretly love a good dare. I have to think out loud and I need someone to revel in thought. I want to use every color when I paint.
I don't silence up my fears, but my words don't explain me. Today I felt more and accepted it. We can make ourselves crazy trying to fill in the holes. Passion drives me and for now you're written with an eraser. When we fear the future we try to grab the past. But it's already gone. What is important will last.
Current Song: You and I, Ingrid Michaelson
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