writingbecomesme:

there were times where i watched the leaves subtly move
making soft sounds
and creating unique patterns of shadows on the grass.

the wind was helping the earth move along
it helped the clouds get from one country to another
sometimes it was too slow before the cloud completely transformed

i was a new person and an old person with different sides
i was different people and people were different to me
always different

i saw a spark of a firework floating back down to me
only to me was it glowing proudly
it didn’t burn me as it touched me because all of it was just
a dead spark by then.

i was sitting here counting eyelashes while people were out there
working towards something new.
i was sitting here reading the pages of a character i would never meet.
and people were out there trying to be the change they wanted to see in them self.

i devoured a life and a half
and i haven’t learned much from it.
my nails grew long and so did my hair.
my eyes grew grey and my mind grew shriveled.

i thought too much about dreams and not enough about action.
i was too oblivious to everything around me
and everyone around me was oblivious, too.

i became the tree i thought i would never be.
with so many layers of history
that all told about one year of my life.

i grew up to be always wondering about something.
i grew up only to be quiet.

:(

writingbecomesme:

this year has been a very sad year. everything has went down in my life. and nothing is quite sinking in.
this whole year i haven’t had a hold on anything. everything came and go and came back again and went again.
i haven’t been able to sink my toes into sand and feel nice about anything.

writingbecomesme:

there are times where i really do want to break down and cry
i feel like i’ve been floating in a hot air balloon all around the world..

and now it is time for me to descend from the clouds and come back down to reality. a place i’ve been dreading to be. but a place to remind me of where i stand with the world. i wish to stand with it, not against it.

to lose my place in a sky is a place i’m willing to pass on to the next person. for i am someone who needs to move on. to grow and find another place in the sky in another part of the world.