you are what they call the human season
you are all the alphabet in one
you are every colour of confusion
you are all the silence i've become
as i go about each day, i find myself lost in corridors i didn't intend to go down. how i get there i'm not sure. dissatisfaction is under my skin and i want to get it out. i'm always in a hurry to get wherever i'm not. but this afternoon i lied on my unmade bed looking around my room listening to my itunes. i basked in that moment.
there's always an explanation. when we're confused its because we're in the dark. sometimes we can't guess, we can't even speculate. but there's a reason. how do i know when to resign and when to seek out answers? i don't give-up easily, ugh i wish i did. i'm convinced my stubbornness gets me into trouble.
if my life was a show or movie, THIS would the time the series or film would begin. at this point in my life.
my car has been re-muffled, all is quiet in the world once again.
i am yours and you are mine.
help that be enough for me.
love me for
stupid reasons
i like those most
2 comments:
I feel that we should be seeking out the answer all the time. Not exhausting ourselves. But living each day seeking "so that one day we might live in to the answer."
yes, i see you're point. but unfortunately, there are some things we can't understand. some situations are beyond our grasp, and we may never understand why they've happened. i suppose the hope is that someday we'll have peace and resolve.
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