Charged and regenerated, the world is a new.
To smile, I forgot how, but somehow the sun is pulling the corners up.
I wake up laughing and ask to be slapped, cuz this can’t be real.
The last thing I remember was laying on my death bed, suffocating for air and letting the daze come. Yet here I am, spinning in glee, the fog blown away and feeling free.
Just like you have a soul mate, you have a soul haven. It’s a place where you belong and you know you belong there because when you are there, your soul feels at ease.
It’s a place where you are in a state of ecstasy without having to do one thing because your surroundings just make you at peace with everything going on in your life.
This place could be anywhere and you may not even be looking for it, but when you stumble into it you are going to know that this is the place you belong in forever.
However, what happens when you are in the exact opposite space? A space where you don’t belong but seem to be in for an extended period of time?
It sucks you dry and takes everything it can from you but not right away, it does this little by little, breaking you down until you have nothing left, not even the energy to leave.
Your life isn’t your own and you go with the motions, inspiration dried out, life weary and a nuisance. To escape seems thrilling but doing it seems out of reach.
So find that place that you belong because until then you could be experiencing a life drought.
I don’t need to be your everyday but I’d like to be your moments
In the morning with your coffee and biscotti
Around 2 when the tired day keeps dragging on
When your world starts discriminating
Later in the afternoon, when the sun is tickling your face
When you go on a spring walk
Whenever you need to talk at 3 am, or anytime
When you’re stumbling and you’ve lost your keys
On Saturdays when it’s raining
Or even when you feel like you want some homemade baking
At night when the evening is dark
When all you need is pillow talk
and candy kisses and other things
That’s all I need, to be part of those moments
If your family is your home, and your home is where they are, do you lose your home when they are gone?
If they were all to disappear, all die, or just all go about their own ways and be disintegrated through out the world, where would your home be?
If you don’t have your immediate family and you don’t quite have your own yet, no marriage with starry-eyed blood lined children, where would your home be.
They say home is where the heart is but where is home when your heart is frozen over cold?
What I want is what all want, and even those that deny that they want it, want it.
I want a love with no limits, an endless love filled with passion and depth. I want a love that comes with being best friends, teachers and students, and partners in everything.
To sweep me up in every moment, to take me up and under. When the screams come to kiss louder and when the tears fall to dance faster. Together, and always.
I want a love who will understand me, who wont change me but better me. I want a love who will want to be near me, grow with me, explore with me, and never want to lose me.
Fight, look, and talk for only me because of desire, lust, and simply because of want.
I want a love where I would do all these things for them.
I want to move far away
but I find myself nervous everyday.
It’s my life so off I should go,
but I hit myself blow after blow.
I’d rather say, at least I tried
but instead I sit here and hide
To be alone, to be lost
to leave everything behind seems like such a large cost.
Or is it?
To be small, to start new
to go someplace and finally feel like you.
That may be the greatest gift
so off I go to find my lift.
I’m misunderstood but that’s okay, I’ve always liked life better that way.
I say this, but they think I mean that, I do it this way and get trampled like a welcome mat.
If I cared what people thought I would probably take a shot, but I don’t, never did, never will.
I know I’m different in the head, but my blood is still red, so maybe it’s you that’s confused.
If we were all meant to agree, we would be stiff like trees, and that’s really not a life for me.
I’ve always gotten in trouble for speaking what I think, being told to hush hush, and being forced to lip sync. I don’t want to be a doll and have a voice box installed, so let me be. Just let me be.
People think I’m crazy, cuz I say what’s on my mind, but last time I checked those who zipped it were blind. The people we remember were always a little better, cuz they said it and no one could forget it.
I’d rather be misunderstood and challenge what I think isn’t good, you can like it, you can hate it, it’s all fine by me.