Friday, February 20, 2009 @ 7:21 PM Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug..
With all my might, and with everything I am, I wish to be that hidden gem, that tattered dress found buried deep in your grandmother's closet that suggests an indescribable elegance, met with only the most unimaginable of all desires. Something so unfathomable of a life so content like a warm autumn day, with all the air and green turned golden in its splendor. I wish to be the still, the calm, the tender, unmoving, unstoppable time; a thousand faded pictures of lost words and unearthed smiles. I want to be your sense of longing, I want to be your forlorn. I want to be the angst in your heart, the unrest of your soul. I want to know that I’ve got the worth that no words could sum; I’ve got the worth that only a soul, truly troubled, could give. So troubled by the uncertainty that is life and that is of the unknown and beautiful, and the beautifully unknown. I want to be your mystery; your majesty. I want to be your obsession;your obstruction, your life, your love, your hate, your heart. I want it all. I want it in a way most unthinkable, inexplicable, in a way only a soul like mine could understand.
Friday, February 20, 2009 @ 7:21 PM Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug..
With all my might, and with everything I am, I wish to be that hidden gem, that tattered dress found buried deep in your grandmother's closet that suggests an indescribable elegance, met with only the most unimaginable of all desires. Something so unfathomable of a life so content like a warm autumn day, with all the air and green turned golden in its splendor. I wish to be the still, the calm, the tender, unmoving, unstoppable time; a thousand faded pictures of lost words and unearthed smiles. I want to be your sense of longing, I want to be your forlorn. I want to be the angst in your heart, the unrest of your soul. I want to know that I’ve got the worth that no words could sum; I’ve got the worth that only a soul, truly troubled, could give. So troubled by the uncertainty that is life and that is of the unknown and beautiful, and the beautifully unknown. I want to be your mystery; your majesty. I want to be your obsession;your obstruction, your life, your love, your hate, your heart. I want it all. I want it in a way most unthinkable, inexplicable, in a way only a soul like mine could understand.
Although it's against my best judgment, I'm a dreamer.
I'm a hopeless idealist. I see good in even the most evil things.
I find faith and hope in humanity,
where everyone around me finds disgust and hatred and disunity.
I believe the world is what we make of it. I
believe in self-fulfilling prophecies.
I believe in people, because they don't even believe in themselves.
The world is amazing, if you want it to be.
I'm a young boy, but I'm far from being a teenager.
I made my mistakes and learned my lessons long before most people can even fathom.
I've learned to love my intelligence, and I prefer to remain inebriated in my own brilliance,
not by substance and people. I'm as open as the oceans, sometimes, just as deep.
Questions are hard for me to answer, and explanations are as rocky as the mountains in which I was raised.
Silence and nature go hand in hand. You've never met someone so quiet who can be so loud.
The public is my friend, and strangers are my favourite. My audience staring intently as I stage my act.
Only fools act, and I never said I wasn't one. I don't like unintelligent people,
but I front too much to take up with geniuses. I simply bask in their ambiance. I'm the outcast, the uncertain.
What do I know? I know I am the earth, you use me, and use me, and never appreciate,
you never take the time to love or thank. But I am the Earth, I'm used to it, so it's okay.
I am the Earth, someday I'll have enough.
