over the course of my life i have gained enough courage to let go of the past but sometimes dreams come in the form of water to shake us out of our reality, the doors we dared opened and the consequences we face everyday, the decisions we make and fight .
i deeply cannot forgive my mom and all her antics, drama and mess
but i know as an adult i am responsible for what i say and do, and saying less means being blessed more by grace everyday and my faith stands stronger and moves mountains,
as i write this, i wish my life were just a paper towns movie.
where
everything is on paper
and you just watch the roles play.
and you could disappear and no one will notice
… note the jenna hamilton reference
my life feels like it went dead for five years
i just woke up and opened my eyes to a new light… that of being an adult but missing the lingering feeling of being a teenaged rebel who always possessed spunk, attitude and rock and roll vibes
to the talented college admu me who sang avril songs precomposed by me, edited and shit
and people just congratulated you
for the insane lyrics and humour of it all
to sleeping in class and lousy prefactorial teachers like theologians cray waking the hell outta you and asking you silly questions like phone sex and shit
like whut in the world
and you blabber some nonsense sense-ical answer in return
yawn~
why is life like a moving train
you see it in pictures,
you pretend its a movie
but movies end
in,tightropes and figures
speeches and remarks
winners and trophys
what about- the battle of troy, significance and splendor
the glory of death
of fight club
-people who actually cared
