I’m just learning to walk again. I believe I have waited long enough, but where do I begin. I’m just learning to talk again. I’m getting good at starting over.
No sappy thoughts in my head and I’m feeling like I’m Peter Pan, minus the tights and the fairies. Happy to see how far I’ve come to the same place, think again my dream and imaginations perfectly at peace so I move along a bit higher.
Those kids that get drunk off their parents beer while their on vacation and describe it as a rave. Sit the fuck down bitch.
You doubt him, you don’t know a thing about him.
Our favorite moments were those when we let go of all expectations and worries and just simply celebrated the very moment we are living. In those moments, we are truly present and listen to grace.
I just bought an eighth of sour diesel, probably one of the best out there. I plan on sitting in my room with an amazing inner peace and smile on my face. I just want to lay on my bed and drown myself in good vibrations.
I’m just sitting here contemplating my laptop screen, with red eyes and food. I just got so far into the clouds; starting to question if there is a come down. I just put the orange juice in the dishwasher and these teachers expect me to do homework like this? I don’t belong here. It’s just another adventure.
We all have those holy socks and faded shoes, old scars we cover with bad tattoos. But what about the memories, we can’t cover them? It seems everybody has broken hearts and misery, bad dreams from reality. It’s a struggle to say you can’t rely on the bottle tonight.
And when I thought life was elegant, she brought me down.