To flee emphatically.
Run wild like wolves
with a meal in mind,
Crashing into the sky;
Feeling confident
as one dying to save another.
Staring my past in the face,
I'm a mother watching a first step.
My present, feeling anxious;
I'm a teen in love
Waiting on a life changing test.
Looking ahead for a landing strip
to pause in my life once again,
I want so much to keep moving,
But the pilot isn't me.
People come like wind,
Spending their time as if I weren't there.
I'm a floor;
They can't comprehend the truth:
I'm here to support them.
A bird, I wish to be.
Eagles eyes glaring down
Scrutinizing every movement,
every word spoken.
Though it will rub salt in the wound
for they only see the red on my hands,
They don't pause to consider,
but just condemn me to a life of unearned despair.
They don't see ME.
Their penetrating eyes, they see
what they want me to be;
They are artists painting pictures
Beautiful tiles they'll walk on.
The final copy I see
causes a broken explanation,
That's....not me!
Run wild like wolves
with a meal in mind,
Crashing into the sky;
Feeling confident
as one dying to save another.
Staring my past in the face,
I'm a mother watching a first step.
My present, feeling anxious;
I'm a teen in love
Waiting on a life changing test.
Looking ahead for a landing strip
to pause in my life once again,
I want so much to keep moving,
But the pilot isn't me.
People come like wind,
Spending their time as if I weren't there.
I'm a floor;
They can't comprehend the truth:
I'm here to support them.
A bird, I wish to be.
Eagles eyes glaring down
Scrutinizing every movement,
every word spoken.
Though it will rub salt in the wound
for they only see the red on my hands,
They don't pause to consider,
but just condemn me to a life of unearned despair.
They don't see ME.
Their penetrating eyes, they see
what they want me to be;
They are artists painting pictures
Beautiful tiles they'll walk on.
The final copy I see
causes a broken explanation,
That's....not me!
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Reblog if you actually never sign out of Tumblr, you just close the browser.
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If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.
— C.S. Lewis (via insomniapit)
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If you don’t have a massive alternative universe in your head with developed people and stories you’re lying.
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