Journals2
Newest
Sufjan.
1 min read
I can't explain the state that I'm in
The state of my heart, he was my best friend
Into the car, from the backseat
Oh, admiration in falling asleep.
All of my powers, day after day
I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed.
Deep in the tower, the prairies below
I can tell you, the telling gets old
Terrible sting and terrible storm;
I can tell you the day we were born
The state of my heart, he was my best friend
Into the car, from the backseat
Oh, admiration in falling asleep.
All of my powers, day after day
I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed.
Deep in the tower, the prairies below
I can tell you, the telling gets old
Terrible sting and terrible storm;
I can tell you the day we were born
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Thoughts
2 min read
Message to the universe .
When it all ends, where will you be? Oh, and if it helps, I could try. Hard. But lets not forget the many nights spent wistfully blocking it out, forcing yourself to think of something else? Wishing, maybe? The mornings of realizations and past tenses. Your ignorance, your innocence. Insomnia gives you unfortunate time to think about everything. Things that wouldn't matter to you, wouldn't matter at all. Even if it did shun whatever it was that lead you to believe the things you grew up with, I tried. You can ignore it until it eventually makes you realize. You can ignore it even when you know it'll come to you every now and then. Music can help those moments pass, but what happens when your all alone; it breaks you down because you know it's true, nothing can take that away. The stillness of nature and the night can calm me down more than you can, though the silence forces unnecessary thoughts tucked deep away. The future has been bearing down on me for the past two and a half years and it makes me weary and nauseous to think of how cloudy it is. And though I do not expect you too, I wish you could understand. I wish you could understand that humour is a disguise, though I am happy with myself and life. I wish you would acknowledge my presence once in awhile, that might be nice considering. I am far from depressed- yet my anxieties could eat me alive.
I will try to convince you.
And it will all work out, alright?
It will all work out.
When it all ends, where will you be? Oh, and if it helps, I could try. Hard. But lets not forget the many nights spent wistfully blocking it out, forcing yourself to think of something else? Wishing, maybe? The mornings of realizations and past tenses. Your ignorance, your innocence. Insomnia gives you unfortunate time to think about everything. Things that wouldn't matter to you, wouldn't matter at all. Even if it did shun whatever it was that lead you to believe the things you grew up with, I tried. You can ignore it until it eventually makes you realize. You can ignore it even when you know it'll come to you every now and then. Music can help those moments pass, but what happens when your all alone; it breaks you down because you know it's true, nothing can take that away. The stillness of nature and the night can calm me down more than you can, though the silence forces unnecessary thoughts tucked deep away. The future has been bearing down on me for the past two and a half years and it makes me weary and nauseous to think of how cloudy it is. And though I do not expect you too, I wish you could understand. I wish you could understand that humour is a disguise, though I am happy with myself and life. I wish you would acknowledge my presence once in awhile, that might be nice considering. I am far from depressed- yet my anxieties could eat me alive.
I will try to convince you.
And it will all work out, alright?
It will all work out.
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In