It's just a thought that I'm expressing here. I don't understand why is it so hard for us to accept things? The way they are, the way they should be? It's like as if we are running from emotions, from feelings. Trying to please people around us by behaving as if nothing has changed, everything is just like how it was before. Denying that changes are now happening or maybe its just an act of pretend for everyone around them. Honestly, I do not understand it.
Anyhow. It really somehow wasn't a good morning for me.
It's just raining and I'm really liking that. I wet my feet and legs while I was sitting on the window just going blank. As if nothing mattered now, nothing seemed troublesome. But then I started crying. I have no idea why. It was more like a reflex.
'Last kiss' was playing in the background and maybe just my profound thoughts were suddenly now talking to me.
lines I write:
I always thought that this could be,
that we could make it rain,
and feel so free
why can I hear my heart beat now?
why am I so afraid?
wish you would stop asking how.
song I like:
Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That I can hold on to
To believe in this living
Is just a hard way to go
It's amazing how clear the sky is when it rains.