SeventhLetter

After Dinner Naps…not the business

When you’re lying in your death bed, and only a stranger is there to talk to you what would you tell them with your last breaths?

We are all living to die an end is inevitable, but it’s your choice what you want to do with the time in-between. Emotions are a self mind controlled roller coaster, think about that the next time you let them get the best of you. Wasting time is a predominantly opinionated concept so don’t get too caught up in trying to make everything you do have purpose. Failing is an option but it’s a decision you most times have to live with. There will always be exception to the rules, yet that doesn’t mean you need to bend your truth. Truth seems to be more a common belief of bias perception than anything else and as overrated as it may seem sticking to it might increase your chances of it coming true or atleast being on the right side of the bias. Don’t be afraid of contradiction there is no success without failure, it’s about having balance in everything you do. Strive for balance over all. Listening to people isn’t as bad of an idea as it seems, you just have to know how to take things that people say and apply it to yourself, not do everything your told but consider it and you’ll begin to realize what’s in who’s best interest and that is the key to understanding people. Don’t be stereotypical but categorizing situations make organization a lot easier. Positivity is just as contagious as negativity. All in all you are in control of yourself in a lot more way than you’ll ever realize so believe in yourself and LIVE.

         There was a time where no seconds passed without you being on my mind,

 I remember those minutes anticipating your answer to, will you be mine?

               phone bills, push limits of unlimited as hours passed by.

    Our days spent holding hands from sunrise to sunrise,

                      months of irresponsibility left inhibitions in the wind to fly,

   watching seasons change from cold and wet to hot and dry.

        This somehow turned into our year of love, on a finishing pace to eternity,

                                                                                                            or so we thought.

At pace towards the finish line seasons picked up like a final sprint,

          months we spent searching for, other games to play, other games to win.

     When did we find a difference between my day, yours, and ours,

  separate agendas broken down to the hour,

           Home together at last, but we fall asleep in minutes, fallen into routine,

                     coversations seem like they last for seconds, what does this all mean.

When did this clock turn its hands to reverse,

     as time slips away uniformly, almost as if rehearsed.

                 I might not have the answers to my own questions, but i do know

            i miss you means more to me now, like a shot to the heart,

  because as time slips away, the real efforts are forced to start…

A real man isn’t trying to get in your pants, or play with your head til you need him.  A real man is trying to be the reason your heart flutters, being the one you want means more than being the one you need. changing your last name is just a step closer or deeper into your heart, but what really makes him real is that he can do all of this without changing himself.

Born From A Boombox

Hello stranger, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but we can change that. Let me into your world and I’ll show you mine, free your mind. When it comes down to it, we are a lot alike I can tell from your eyes. Look right into mine and my secrets will spill out like water from a leaky faucet. Your deepest darkest fear and inhibitions rest locked away in the maze I call a brain. These visits although rather brief, keep me awake in the still of night. Chills that run down my spine I feel your presence in every tingle. I think you might be my best friend. So hello stranger, I guess what I’m trying to say is I love you.

Crucial times

If life could be described in one word there would be no need for a dictionary, if one picture really could write life stories than there would be no photography, if one song could explain every thought I would put down this guitar, and tell you that your my only song how I picture my life and the last word out my mouth but that would be cliche and unrealistic ;)

I let the morning sun rise, i let it seep through the window, i let its warmth send a calm notice, i let it overcome me, i let my eyes open, because today is the day i regain control of my own