I want to cry just so I can release some pressure side. My sadness and anger just wont subside. Neither the notebook nor Sade will let me cry.
I wish I was strong enough to notice on my own… The worth of my being. The worth of my song.
You are my mirror. Relay what you see. Perfection and smiles on the outside, misunderstood and abandonned from within.
Like a flower devoid of life. I need patience and understanding for me to grow right.
Keep me alive.
Bathe me in your light.
I have just come to the realization that i fell off the map. I was lost on the grid of my own creation. I didn’t want to be found for so long. Until i saw how much life was passing me by.
The way it all began was that i said i will wait. I will wait for the perfect time, space, feelings and cycle to create. As an artistic soul, and child of ADD; the only way i could detach myself was through work.
So i worked paycheck to paycheck always running out of money for gas. Although God always provided for me in the long run. Working for nothing is tiring, and unsatisfying.
Is there a way to stay connected with your creativity and pursue your dreams while, maintaining a living?
I’d like to know what people think about this?
"So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."
I am that type of douchebag friend who doesn’t talk with you for weeks but still cares about you and hopes you still care too.