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it's peculiar to think we reside,
underneath the same blanket of sky
feels we're worlds apart,
but you've constructed a home
inside my heart
and i'm alive.
it's splendid to think we have begun
underneath the same endless
rays of sun,
fresh earth beneath my feet,
if only you were beside me.
and we'd be free.
underneath the same blanket of sky
feels we're worlds apart,
but you've constructed a home
inside my heart
and i'm alive.
it's splendid to think we have begun
underneath the same endless
rays of sun,
fresh earth beneath my feet,
if only you were beside me.
and we'd be free.
a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins..
so i started rummaging through my random scraps of paper and i remember having the most completely shit day and chilling in a cafe writing away all the thoughts that cluttered my cloudy mind on napkins. I want to record the contents on them somewhere because i'm turning them into an art piece so here goes:
you say read between the lines, but i will never fall inside
everybody has to start somewhere
plan to reach the sky and no matter what you'll fall beneath the stars.
what do we build this fragile life on?
you say you're lonely and sad, i say you're on to something.
Society: it's the box people place around what they believe the social
to the one who created the ground we stand
There's just something so wonderful about the freeing of the mind
Truly being free in the skin you breathe,
Forgetting the weight of the world,
Letting it melt off the tip of your tongue.
You help me understand that this earth is only temporary.
Yes, the love and beauty on it may fill all the empty, dark, craters
But there's something larger than our existence
that should be taken into account.
Maybe, they were all to large to believe in you,
but I see the size of my existence and know that you beacon inside of me.
My frame is a sentiment of your love, a temple for your being.
With these thoughts I thrive,
I'm not just alive
I
my ramble and aimless babbling to an empty room
I can see you're under pressure now
how long will it be until you drown
jumping from sea to sea
but you never feel complete
its the weight of the world
crushing you casually
but we,
just need,
to be free,
yes we just need to be free
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Ok so here we go with this 2:44 am rampage. I really just can't sleep so i guess i'll spill the thoughts that occupy my mind on this screen. All of this is random and will probably only make sense to me. Hmm, do you ever get that feeling as if you're in a really melancholy film, one real and eloquent. You
my current thoughts in a nutshell
society is entrapping me into a cage i don't want to inhabit
inspiration is not concrete. it's an eternally flowing river that leads to hundreds or more ideas.
every creation had to originate from another idea...and so on. Inspiration is an eternal chain.
what you do not create; no one else shall.
i wish i was free.
everything is enslaving me to what i don't need.
starve the ego, feed the soul.
© 2011 - 2024 JenniferRodz
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