Thursday, October 22, 2015

I've been convincing myself, that I'm worth while. Cause I'm worth what I'll convince myself to be.

If you weren't you, do you think that you would still like you? Do you think that you would want to be your own friend? Can you see you liking yourself? Sometimes I can't.

Everyone always tells us to "Be Yourself" How can we be ourselves when we aren't ever sure who we are? What am I supposed to do when every time I look in the mirror, I see someone different looking back? Who am I?

We are not defined by others. We are not personalities created by people in the world around us. 

"Do you think that if people knew how crazy you were no one would ever talk to you?"

I think I'm alive. I think that I'm dying. 

Thursday, October 8, 2015

"I'm not sure if I'll make it out of this one alive"

As the cold creeps in, and the sun dims, what is it that we really long for? What is it that makes us remember why we want to be? What is it that lifts us and brings us to life?

Some days, there are no answers to this question. Some days, when all odds are in your favor, you'll still find a way to fail. How can you keep dreaming of a world full of color when there is nothing but gray inside of you?

Find yourself. Be yourself. That's what they say. Some days they are wrong. Some days there's no one too find or become. Some days it's too hard.

Today is one of those days.

"Don't forget to tell them about me, remind them I was once good"

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The sound of a beating heart is a beautiful thing. It beats faster when things change or get exciting. Slower when sadness closes in from the corners of everything. 

Different people react different ways. Mine beats faster when I see her. Or hear her. Some peoples speed up because of pressure or stress. Some peoples slow down because of drugs or exhaustion.

Every day we wake up, get out of bed, and start again. What happens when we don't. What happens when that alarm clock never sounds or that sun doesn't peak over the mountain? What then? 

Have you done anything with your life? Who have you become? Did you change the life of a small boy or girl? Did you invent something that will never die? Or will you fade away without so much as a tear shed for you.

I don't know. But I do know one thing. That one day that heart beat will stop. Stress won't make it speed up anymore. No amount of drugs could ever slow it down. 

Did you do something with that heartbeat? You should.