reason2remember
crush like a blanket on a sea of worries,
a slap for the moment on in the incoming tide.
to crush a sleepy little dream that had no time to believe,
don't crush my heart, for it beats within me, for everyone
it grips you like the graceful yet purposeful touch and grab, thrust and must of the hand that so desperately clings to your own. is it the heart or the head that craves every inch of detail and lives in despair while waiting? is it truth or a mere distraction from what else is missing
Things aren't ever what they seem, however they can be made what we need them to be. things may be sad however we have the power to turn them upside down. nothing is definitive, there's always a however to every rule or guideline made that just isnt right for the world entire.
you approach a wall. a wall that refuses to let you pass and you can't go around it. approaching a time that comes to pass, with anxiety and fear and completely terrified about what you'll come face to face with in the morning, will it be life or death, hope or heartbreak?
Its a policy to tell the truth, a policy to agree to one statement, but what is that statement mean if all it is is a "policy"? Does it root you to the spot? Does it ensure that you stay true to your word? Does it actually mean anything?