I love it when these threads weave around
finally life seems to hold a promising reason
and boredom loses its death’s grip
i know this is only for an instant
but somehow
i can see past my own petty problems
this is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
this is just admiration.. for.. this gem
this beautiful kaleidoscope
see how it twists and twirls
our time’s short, another year gone
let’s make it memorable, let’s make it epic.
let’s live the lives we’ve always wanted
and yes, these are just drunk words
still, don’t they make you feel good inside?
>_>
don’t worry, i’m just immature and quixotically intoxicated.
no epiphanies, nothing substantial
just drunken slurred speech
funny thing is, i know the ownage and the self-destruction is just around the corner
if not tomorrow, then the day after
just enough to bring me down, just enough for it to hurt
it’s funny how it’s impossible not to think this while being lifted up
this kid I know is extremely depressed when things are going great for him, cuz he knows things can only get worse
and is euphoric beyond reason when his life is a living hell.
and of course this makes no sense at all
and of course I wrote this just because.. I couldn’t let my guard down
by measuring you’ve changed the outcome. by predicting, I think I can change the outcome.
After all, I’m always wrong.
damn
god stone the vicissitudes