Talk to me

I know you want to understand.

But you can’t.

Nobody knows what’s going on in my head.

Not even me.

Young

Adjectives are relative.

My age is considered young. My mind is not. I am not deaf and blind to lies which are told to me. I will not believe them.

Untitled

I am not a person who is naturally so violently opinionated.

But when there is someone trying to get me to believe something completely independent of the truth, I can’t stay silent.

Alternative facts. There is no such thing. The truth is the truth, and if you cannot understand something as basic as the difference between the truth and blatant lying, you are truly misguided. Much less be in a position to make people to be convinced everything you say is true.

Stars

“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” ~Les Brown

I feel as though I have been building my rocket for my entire life, preparing for this.

Now to see if it can even escape the Earth’s gravity. Or if it all will come crashing down.

Bittersweet

I always thought this to be an interesting word, and a contradictory one at that.

You say, it’s a bittersweet memory, when you think of someone who is no longer with you. Of somebody you miss.

You somehow feel both happy and sad at having to see that person in your mind’s eye, because you may never see them again. You feel both joy and pain.

I have a lot of those kinds of memories.

Inspired by Melanie Martinez – Bittersweet Tragedy

Is there somewhere

Is there somewhere

Somewhere you can meet me

And we can just be ourselves

Where we can live for our own happiness

Not for our future happiness

That abstract idea of this work counting towards the future

That in the future we will reap the rewards of all of our labor now

But when will that work stop?

When will be able to stop living for the future

And start living for the now?

Somewhat sorta inspired by Halsey – Is there somewhere

Wonderful

Won’t it be wonderful when the hustle is over?

When we can all finally relax.

But it won’t ever really end until it’s all done, won’t it?

Until there is nobody left to hustle, to look towards tomorrow and say, I have the chance to do something wonderful for someone.