This post focus is on life itself, and the experiences we as humans all face everyday. By writing out the experiences of one individual(me), I hope I can figure out the common denominator that links us all. Sanity, and understanding are goals for everyone in this world, and to feel connected to everybody is an essential part of that. So I hope through my experiences, we can get a little closer to that, by simply looking at The Little Things.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Oh you, I need you...don't you see?
Why can't we speak another language, one we all agree on.
Why when men look outside, do they see houses...
Instead of the fields they grew from.
We are Constantly uprooted from them, making us tiresome and fearful.
Can you get up right now, endeavor to free-fall? (Off)
I need myself to spell security for you. We both have strong will...no doubt, but I am inclined to dominate.
Cause You can fall if you want to It's just a matter of how far,
You've treasured our home town.
But you've forgotten where you are.
And it will stay with you until you're mind's been found,
and it has been found, wondering around.
You must understand, that this happens because of my great love. You must see this at first sight, I need you be ready to rely on me to compensate for your indecision, and I will admit to my aspiration, to dominate.
With that skipping rope, the trampoline;
The crafty smoke that made us choke.
But we didn't give up hope.
It's just the simple ways, of getting paid;
The carelessness of running away...no,
Wish I stayed. . .nhi.
I wish I stayed . . .
This will make you feel loved. Your dependency is what I have been longing for. It is just meant to be that what we are, is just unsaid...unusual; that is usual to us.
Patterns all arranged in my background,
It's pillars and posts keeping this country on Form.
Letters were all sent with no addresses;
So that people can't discover,
Always undercover.
Why do i always draw triangles,
Instead of words this paper so deserves.
We are interested in the mythical. You must be quiet spoken. No disrespect given...you actually accept. And you like it. Because...I like it. Yes it is fucked up, but to us it just makes sense. Your possessiveness gives me security.
cos You see
I don't own my clothes but i own my mind
And it's not what you've lost
But it's what you find.
I don't own my clothes but i own my mind
And it's not what you've lost
But it's what you find.
I give you a home, you give me a home...no matter how we split the rent.
You find that skipping rope, the trampoline,
The crafty smoke that made us choke.
But we didn't give up hope.
Yeah, It's the simple ways, of getting paid.
The carelessness of running away...no,
Wish I stayed...nhi.
I wish I stayed.
I find strength in your in your emotional commitment, where you find haven in my strength.
cos you can fall if you want to,
It's just a matter of how far;
You've treasured our home town,
But you've forgotten where you are.
And it will stay with you until you're mind's been found,
and it has been found, wondering around.
You are devoted, and as am I. We grow, we prefect.
With that skipping rope, the trampoline,
The crafty smoke that made us choke.
But we didn't give up hope.
It's the simple ways, of getting paid,
The carelessness of running away...no,
Wish I stayed... nhi.
I wish I stayed ...
I wish I stayed...
I Wish I stayed , , ...
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