What has become of me?
I vowed to never ever try smoking and yet here I am halfway through my first pack.
Somebody save me from this nosedive self-destruction.
Begin to Hope
If I kiss you where it’s sore,
Will you feel better, better, better?
Will you feel anything at all?
King and Lionheart
Of Monsters and Men
My Head is An Animal
Howling ghost they reappear
In mountains that are stacked with fear
But you’re a king and I’m a lion-heart.
Here in these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I’m finding every reason to be gone
There’s nothing here to hold on
Could I hold you?
You are still in a frozen state. And in the deepest, darkest recesses of your being you know things are never going to be the same. What happened? Life, they say. You agree.
But when are you gonna move forward? They already have. They never took a second glance at you. You’re the only one on standstill, clinging on to that special something which you are now unsure of if genuine or just a mere product of your penchant for naive romanticism.
The cynics are now laughing. You slowly take a step. But being the idealistic romantic that you are, you try to keep one foot in the same place, wishing or hoping that somehow, they find you there, that they realize you never left at all. After all, you are in the belief that you are one of the few things in this world that is constant.
Can I just say that even I can’t believe this came out of me just a few hours ago? Like what my undergrad professor commented on facebook, I am in love with the last line. It feels surreal. It’s like somebody else wrote it or something.
I got wasted twice within a week and I smoked my first cigarette. All because of a single guy who does not even care. What’s happening to me? I feel cheap.