tuez-and-smix

i feel like there should be, there definitely has to be. I can feel the change coming. I hear it, it makes a silent sound, as it creeps along, every second of every minute of every hour and every moment is engulfed in it, ticking by, slowly, changing minutely, until the passiveness passes and you're left by the masses they don't care for you, your fashions are past us your glasses have cast us into something that's just not US enough, you know? its like people are the same, very plain, every day I try to move myself to change and grow and show the world who I am, who i will be your reminder to be KINDER tha

less is more, the general rule of keeping it short and sweet. I like to elaborate, tell people my point, my purpose, my words. to say the least, this saying doesn't go very well with me. I have a lot of abstract feelings I can't express. words, pictures, sounds don't do them justice. Maybe they'll sit there forever- hopefully i'll find a way to get them out. how can you direct something if you don't know where it's coming from? who am i to force this thing into a form I don't know how to conceive? I like music without words. It leaves me to make my own meanings. bring the balance back. and flow to your own rhythm.

"At what point do you realize that you're alive?" Oh wait, I got a text…. "Let's not exist in the same moment together." He said. Rather gingerly. Its not a twinge as time passes, it's a resentment. For missed opportunities. For waiting my turn- but not getting a chance. Then going, no, SPRINGING, Only to find, I've arrived an hour early, and the meeting isn't today, actually, it's tomorrow, And nobody really cares what you think, or how you say it. "They don't exist."  he confirmed, to himself, Glancing at the painted arrows on the road, at the glaring stoplight ahead "I mean~ not what they ARE, but what they stand for." T