So you blame it on the hormones
Cause you have too much pride
And anything is better than admitting
That someone got inside.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Star light, star bright.
The stars have seen more, in their time,
And they know that each passing day is but a moment,
each devastating blow, naught but a ripple, the smallest ripple in a scheme so vast and incomprehensible in size, that your small moments begin to feel like everything, and expand. No longer just a ripple, but a wave, crashing over the span of the whole ocean.
Because you think your world is the whole world. Because your emotions are the sky and your actions are the ocean and the whole world has turned on you, after all you did to sculpt it.
The stars, they know better. Know more. The stars have seen the dinosaurs possess the Earth, and for a brief moment, the world was theirs. THe sea and the sky, and everything in between. They have seen that ripple. That moment. That brief pause in time. So forgive them, if they see you, and they do not bow.
And they know that each passing day is but a moment,
each devastating blow, naught but a ripple, the smallest ripple in a scheme so vast and incomprehensible in size, that your small moments begin to feel like everything, and expand. No longer just a ripple, but a wave, crashing over the span of the whole ocean.
Because you think your world is the whole world. Because your emotions are the sky and your actions are the ocean and the whole world has turned on you, after all you did to sculpt it.
The stars, they know better. Know more. The stars have seen the dinosaurs possess the Earth, and for a brief moment, the world was theirs. THe sea and the sky, and everything in between. They have seen that ripple. That moment. That brief pause in time. So forgive them, if they see you, and they do not bow.
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