you can seem to have it all or rather, be deemed to have it all by the unobservant eye. pretty face, cute clothes, school+work, social festivities with family and friends galore. but....theres always those days.
but baby, don't you know that those things are the very things that makes us worry about what tomorrow would look like or not look like. the fragile ways in which we live. the missteps that beckons us and those around us.
that light...too bright. that mirror...too clear. and with time, like any gorgeous piece of jewelry, that glisten will fade and another begging to be the one to replace it all too cleanly. as if the prior never was.
your gentle words beg me to reconsider. a beacon in the storm...faintly it shines its way through but its too cold from here. from the lone post i occupy-- life is too short to live like this. but i wouldnt know how else to. its not so unbelievable. its just hard to believe that there's any other way. its all like a distant star I cant hold.
I can't take you close to where I am. that fact will send you farther than anywhere anyone has ever been. I'm not where I belong.
your words...let them please carry me to you. love, I get so lost sometimes. I drive myself away.
There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else; they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
— Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself To Live
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