I
don’t know how many words I’ve written yet I seem to want to write a few more.
On rainy nights when the snow should be falling, the words feel right when
there are none that I really need to say.
don’t know how many words I’ve written yet I seem to want to write a few more.
On rainy nights when the snow should be falling, the words feel right when
there are none that I really need to say.
What
I want to do is unload and share what I really feel. To not just burn a bridge
but nuke the sucker down and laugh on the other side.
I want to do is unload and share what I really feel. To not just burn a bridge
but nuke the sucker down and laugh on the other side.
What
I want to do is to write for myself once more knowing nobody will ever read
these words and nobody really cares. To simply fill the lines of a notebook
while a teenager sits and wonders what’s out there and why the stars look so
bright in the country night sky. To only see a light from the dim bulb behind
me and not from the glow of the Macbook mocking me once more.
I want to do is to write for myself once more knowing nobody will ever read
these words and nobody really cares. To simply fill the lines of a notebook
while a teenager sits and wonders what’s out there and why the stars look so
bright in the country night sky. To only see a light from the dim bulb behind
me and not from the glow of the Macbook mocking me once more.
I
want the silence instead of the sounds. The interruptions. The voices. The
whispers. The guffaws. The sighs. The chuckles. The buzz.
want the silence instead of the sounds. The interruptions. The voices. The
whispers. The guffaws. The sighs. The chuckles. The buzz.
There
are a hundred things I refrain from saying, even when it seems like I’ve said
quite enough thank you very much. There are a thousand questions I want to ask,
yet I need to just shut up and have faith.
are a hundred things I refrain from saying, even when it seems like I’ve said
quite enough thank you very much. There are a thousand questions I want to ask,
yet I need to just shut up and have faith.
Oh
the faith of a child. I have the faith of a teen, the doubt setting in but not
quite grown up just yet.
the faith of a child. I have the faith of a teen, the doubt setting in but not
quite grown up just yet.
The
keys and chords of a piano makes sense. The three acts of a movie are easy to
follows. The division of chapters in a novel seem quite logical. But stepping
out of that into the real world with the real worries and the real wonders only
produce real woes. The infinite questions, the infinitesimal answers.
keys and chords of a piano makes sense. The three acts of a movie are easy to
follows. The division of chapters in a novel seem quite logical. But stepping
out of that into the real world with the real worries and the real wonders only
produce real woes. The infinite questions, the infinitesimal answers.
Faith.
Be
still and let go of the words.
still and let go of the words.
Faith.
Shush
and don’t keep asking.
and don’t keep asking.
Faith.
Just
let go of another day and another grip that’s so tight and so tough and so
tired.
let go of another day and another grip that’s so tight and so tough and so
tired.
Faith.
Found
in words I keep writing. In order to make sense.
in words I keep writing. In order to make sense.
Writing
in order to stay quiet.
in order to stay quiet.
Writing
to release the worry.
to release the worry.
Writing
to let go and let . . .
to let go and let . . .
Yeah.
Be
still with me.
still with me.
I find 'letting go' to be one of the more difficult things in life. Even when I know I need to do it. Thanks for sharing this.