| Looking back on the words I used to say,
the things I used to do,
the way I used to look,
forms a blockage of air to my lungs. Change, change is the only constant.
Change is the one thing I fear,
the one thing I hate,
the hardest thing to face.
I see the change in my face,
especially my eyes.
Some photos bring out stars &love
and others show my pain. It's almost as if the years break down
your eyes and your soul.
Does anyone really grow stronger?
When you lose a huge part of yourself,
and gain strength, don't you just sort of even out?
Aren't you just ending where you began?
And if that's the case,
do we just keep on going because we have to
in order to keep living? I mean we live these short lives, and what
does anyone really have to say for it?
Most people say they loved and lost
and settled for something less in order
to protect themselves from heartache.
But what kind of life is that?
I mean feelings don't die. Ever.
I just don't understand the motions we go
through - why we go through them.
I don't understand death. The death of a person,
the death of an era, the death of emotion.
I don't understand feelings, or thoughts, or
life itself. After eighteen years on this earth,
just when I thought I had it all together,
I can say honestly and for sure, that I have
a lot to learn...a lot more to face..and a lot of
strength to gain. High school ends, and you really
do get dumped into the real world, and this is
life...nothing is for sure. |
