Just let this be,
the mess that my head is and isn’t.
I stopped belonging to anyone for a long time now. I hardly belong to myself. I’m awake and asleep for someone else’s schedule. But I still don’t belong to them. I just work with them.
I’m trying to make something work. Make it look like work.
I feel bad for you cause of the wolves except they’re more Red Riding Hood, getting off their path and hounding you with questions. The difference is you don’t want to devour them. They want to devour you. The twist is you’re a cannibal and your heart is too human to resist.
I haven’t been over in a while knowing things will never be simple.
I feel like you’re on to something and I want to sit back here so you know it’s all you. I see the same convictions in you as I do with a lot of the right friends. You want a change, you want to make it and the path isn’t point a to point b. But we aren’t here to draw lines, except for the line in the sand that we decide is the end. We decide the force of the wave and we’re never coming back to this side of the shore, no matter how unsure we seem.
I just want to write and sing and connect.
I gave up video games. I’m giving up people games.
This one isn’t meant to woo you. This one isn’t meant to push you. This one is alive without the influence inflicted nor initiated in another. Even if that’s the one thing I want. Man doesn’t live by bread alone though.
That being said, how am I sure I’m alive?