Like warm winds and hot nights I place my stars in line just to feel my life for you.
Yet where do I stand?
Where does my hope lie?
In the attempt to satisfy a failing heart I submit my essence of affection onto you in which I wish you’d accept it. So I may be free, as I am trapped in you. My all my insecurities flourish inside of you so I may be free
But where do I stand?
Do I walk left as my world revolves around the one that I love, for my psychedelic nature only makes me feel more alive as the smoke distorts my vision
Do I walk through the darkest of night as my heart fears no pain
or forever walk through a summers day lost in my own darkness
Do I stand on my own transgressions as I suffer in the brightest of days
Or forever be a slave to your love and be free in the darkest of nights
As it is my will for my life, my love, in whom I trust
In the attempt to satisfy a failing heart…
what if we’re all characters in a book
WHAT IF WHEN YOU FORGET WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY IT’S THE AUTHOR BACKSPACING
guys why isn’t everyone reblogging this it’s a scientific breakthrough
and when you’ve had a sense that you’ve been through a certain day or moment before, it’s cuz the author is re-writing the same part of the story, just with better context
My relatives are not family
and My whole family are not relatives