Sunday, October 18, 2009
so.
hair cut.
dyed black.
now short.
awaiting it to lengthen.
do help if u have any methods to quicken this. ;D
so like i said
and then there was change
we live our lives.
getting comfortable in a circle we built.
then.
BOOM.
change.
and ur totally messed up.
now waht do u do?
like always.
we humans ADAPT.
its a cycle.
everyone knows.
yet when they get hit.
they;re all like.
ah shit.
now waht.
i cant go back to the past.
im stuck!
to this i say.
reach up.
even if theres nothing.
always.
reach up.
never back down.
i wana live like i know when im leaving.
will that then change the way i look at things?
will taht change the man i was to become.
will i care not.
and be reckless.
a fren said taht it wld be wonderful to be like the ppl in FlashForward.
i say otherwise.
u live in fear.
if u see death,
despair,
and destruction.
elated when u see promotions
and meeting the love of ur life.
but really?
it takes life out of ur hands.
or forged by your own.
let life be a surprise.
i pray for that much.
i have much on my mind.
idk waht to put down.
sometimes its hard to interpret wht im trying to say.
but thats just how i am.
being alone is not being by yourself.
being alone.
is being without you.
lead me to the path i belong.
the path i seek.
guide me with ur light.
tear me away frm the shadows.
where i lay dormant.
for there was nothing to reach up to.
but now i know
reaching up.
pushes you.
till the day comes.
when someone passes by.
and helps u out.
time will tell.
never rush things.
for time.
will.
tell.
i fell into a hole.
a hole i dug myself.
a hole meant for me
a hole i fell over.
so i sit.
staring up.
grabbing dirt.
and watching it pour down my hand.
ragged and dirty.
tired and sweaty.
yet i feel no need to get up.
to get out.
i dug this hole.
a hole meant for me.
a hole i dug.
for me intended.
i heard a voice whisper.
as the days wore on.
each day.
it whispered.
reach up.
just reach up.
i heeded none of it.
the voice.
an ominous anonymity,
i declared.
oblivious to it i became.
the hole i dug.
the hole meant for me.
the hole seems to go deeper.
the hole seems to get darker.
the whispers got louder.
now not just a voice.
but voices.
it trinkled down my ear.
and it finally hit a spark in my heart.
and i stood.
reaching up.
i reached till my muscles strained.
i reached till my sweat made a pool under my feet.
i reached till i almost lost hope.
yet the voices spurred me on.
days went by,
and soon i saw a hand come down
i was saved,
frm the hole.
the hole i dug myself.
a hole meant for me.
meant for me to be saved from.
sometimes u gota let them be,
till they've fallen hard.
for then they will lsiten
for then they will heed.
for then they will change.
rush nothing.
risk everything.
live for somthing higher,
die for something.
i LOVE the oldies. take me back to the 70;s!
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