The quiet is something scary.
It’s the thoughts that come to us in the moment before we drift to dreamland.
The things we realize when we have nothing else grabbing for our attention.
The things which you do not want to think about.
Which you do not want to remember.
Inspired by Troye Sivan – The Quiet
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
Why do I remember that misstep from so long ago?
Why do I think about what I could have done differently? About what would have happened as a result?
Why do the ghosts of all my decisions come back to haunt me?
Inspired by Halsey – Ghost
This world is a hurricane
Trying to pull me from my beliefs
Which are so deeply rooted in my mind
And the rain
Pull at the branches
Somewhat inspired by Halsey – Hurricane
There is a fine line to everything
We all live on the edge
We are all inches from falling
One misstep and we can plummet
Inspired by Halsey’s cover of I walk the line
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