random stuff i wrote.
It’s like I’m holding onto the past,
And when I think about it,
Reality sets in.
Flooding my head with what’s happening.
Loosening my grip.
I know I’ll hold on,
It’s all I have.
But it’s fear…
The threat of what happens if I don’t,
What if I have to let go?
When I look in the sky late at night,
And I see all the stars.
I realize just how small I truly am.
Yet, I exist, in this vast universe.
I’m nothing but a small piece of a huge picture….
And I wonder, what it would be like, to look down,
Instead of up.
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have you ever caught yourself staring at your reflection?
Assessing not your facial structure, but the person within?
Do you catch yourself trying to see how others view you?
how you should view yourself?
The outside doesn’t matter, its whats inside that counts.
right?
but if you can’t see inside, or figure yourself out, how can anyone else?
how can everyone else; parents, friends, peers, siblings, teachers.
how can they tell you who are
who you’re supposed to be
how to act
what to do
how to see.
it’s your life to live, but where do you start?
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Who am i?
Hard to believe a question like that could send you spinning.
You start searching, as memories flood your brain.
images from the past, eaching showing you.
but you can’t string them together,
let alone find the words to form a coherent answer.
All your life you live by societies definitions.
but it makes you wonder doesnt it. Just who you am.
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this was all random stuff i wrote, depending on what i was going through at the time. no real rhyme or reason. just writing.
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random stuff i wrote.
It’s like I’m holding onto the past,
And when I think about it,
Reality sets in.
Flooding my head with what’s happening.
Loosening my grip.
I know I’ll hold on,
It’s all I have.
But it’s fear…
The threat of what happens if I don’t,
What if I have to let go?
When I look in the sky late at night,
And I see all the stars.
I realize just how small I truly am.
Yet, I exist, in this vast universe.
I’m nothing but a small piece of a huge picture….
And I wonder, what it would be like, to look down,
Instead of up.
—————————
have you ever caught yourself staring at your reflection?
Assessing not your facial structure, but the person within?
Do you catch yourself trying to see how others view you?
how you should view yourself?
The outside doesn’t matter, its whats inside that counts.
right?
but if you can’t see inside, or figure yourself out, how can anyone else?
how can everyone else; parents, friends, peers, siblings, teachers.
how can they tell you who are
who you’re supposed to be
how to act
what to do
how to see.
it’s your life to live, but where do you start?
——
this was all random stuff i wrote, depending on what i was going through at the time. no real rhyme or reason. just writing.
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