BREATHE

staying here would be easy if i knew i could justify it

yr touch is sliding away from my fingers, the first rush of air coming into contact with my skin feels cold

i'm sorry i hurt you

but you don't notice my tear

it doesn't matter to you now that i've said i can't do this

is it really my choice or is it something i have got to do?

i don't know which way to go, where to turn, etc etc, how do i know what is the best option?

why do some people go through life flowing like flowers on a stream, while others crash around on rocks..

i could follow you through every footstep and still fall behind a tower of shadows

if i stay in the sea i will have to let go of my rope to the shore

i might have to search underwater for lost treasures, glittering in dingy boxes

but in the end it's what i will have learned

and not the quality of life that matters

not the fabricated joy of a material sense of well being, although nice...

but a strength inside that i can make it on my own

and i don't have to depend on you or anyone for happiness

i want to feel strong and do what will empower me instead of weaken

the society/culture is oppressive enough as it is

to let you rip my heart into shreds

i could be strong by diving after happiness, friends and play time

the problem is that i can see good in all sides of the situation

and there's no way to quantify life

life just is

it breathes, repeats, starts over...

just a neverending cycle

i've only got to be here and it will all work itself out

analog - digital