I am listening to the sound of the city
glowing all around me
and underneath all that noise I’m used to
I am listening to your heart beat
and I may be wrong
but when I listen to it
drum out its beat
I can hear the faint tune
of it singing my name
Beware of the demons inside your head. They tell you this, they tell you that; but none of it is true. Beware of the people who tell you that you can never do it. They’re just insecure that you’ll reach the dreams they’ve chased their whole life and given up on.
Jesus is the lamb of God. That’s what came to my mind. Rather than writing about white furry animals mostly inhabiting New Zealand, I think it’d be more self-fulfilling if I write about God. Having saved us all from our sins, I think that’s more than fair enough.
I cave in to the pressure. I let myself be fashioned out of the nightmares that exist in daylight. The world is a cave and I am its slave. A slave deluded into thinking that she’s living the time of her life but in reality, all she was was a shadow meant to highlight the colors of the world.
I have written about this word already within the past hour. I think I am fatigued. A lot of us are. But I can’t do anything about it because too much is going on with life. Too many assignments, too many tasks, too much procrastination. We’re a fatigued generation.