people say things are cheesy or corny, but if you mean the words you say then it doesn’t matter. The power is in the emotion not the words.
But does it mean the same thing? Is one more real than the other? Which? The feelings or the words? The sobriety or the culmination.
I’m lost in the deepest ocean, begging for a breath from God.
What I see is your mind peering back at me, sizing me up and contemplating my desires. But you cannot know my desires, for the do not exist. They are among the clouds and flitting away in the motionless breeze. Floating away on a moon lit cloud like that of a lost boy.
Your thoughts are ignorant of the fact that I’m still alive. I am here and that’s not something you can ignore. It is a fact, a fact to be thought.
I like peering into your soul. Seeing who you really are. Its not who you show on the outside. Its nothing like that person. Its you, effortlessly and purely you.
And thats what makes you different from the rest. You dont care when you should. You dont think when you need to. You dont love when you have nothing else.
I’ll deal with it if it means I can at least have full time friends again.