i want to waste away (lose myself between the night and day).
i want to change places with the girl in the mirror.
i want to follow alice down the rabbit hole.
i want to wake up in a new world, a new place.
i want to wake up in a new body, and with a new sense of self.
i want to be missed so badly the tears will not stop.
i want to be needed enough that you'd come running after me.
i want to see my rib, and hip, and collar bones twenty four hours a day.
i want to be cared about so much it makes you physically sick.
i want to get drunk under a blue moon with you.
i want to be outspoken and bitchy, but loved with all your heart.
i want to dress like a rockstar and be envied by all.
i want to be perfect, in my eyes only.
in my eyes only.
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in my eyes only.
Two monks were arguing about a flag. One said: "The flag is moving."
The other said: "The wind is moving."
The Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng happened to be passing by. He told them: "Not the wind, not the flag; mind is moving."
The other said: "The wind is moving."
The Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng happened to be passing by. He told them: "Not the wind, not the flag; mind is moving."
There are matters in this world that one wishes to forget, but they do not leave, however they stay and choose to haunt you in ever way they can
The catastrophes of the past that one so dearly tries to deny will forever stay with one
The workmanship of friends, one believes, can help to overcome the losses, but as time moves on, you notice that you never have progressed to the point where you truly feel
anew
Sometimes we believe we are at a point where nothing is good, and greatness is emptiness
Then one knows that this life is not at the best moment
But at the least
We try so hard to overcome this echo of the past
We so desperately seek love and comfort
In anything, no matter if it is right or wrong
Look into the mirror and tell me what you see
Is it love or hate?
Once a person cannot deny that hate anymore than they know they are alive
But for better part no one knows
The dreams one has are the painted pictures of the future
They become truth in every way that one wishes them not to become
Yet once they became truth we wish for those images again
And this is the cycle of life
The catastrophes of the past that one so dearly tries to deny will forever stay with one
The workmanship of friends, one believes, can help to overcome the losses, but as time moves on, you notice that you never have progressed to the point where you truly feel
anew
Sometimes we believe we are at a point where nothing is good, and greatness is emptiness
Then one knows that this life is not at the best moment
But at the least
We try so hard to overcome this echo of the past
We so desperately seek love and comfort
In anything, no matter if it is right or wrong
Look into the mirror and tell me what you see
Is it love or hate?
Once a person cannot deny that hate anymore than they know they are alive
But for better part no one knows
The dreams one has are the painted pictures of the future
They become truth in every way that one wishes them not to become
Yet once they became truth we wish for those images again
And this is the cycle of life