Sometimes
Its so true when they say timing is everything. Sometimes things just happen. Sometimes things just feel so right they cant possibly be wrong. Sometimes we make the worst choices with the best intentions. Sometimes we care enough, sometimes we dont care enough for ourselves.
I feel this side of me again, and this time, i'm terrified. The control freak in me screams, the constant question in me asks, are you happy? do you want to be happy? Is this real? What's going on? Every time your heart attempts to flutter, you never know whats going to happen next. I feel like a jumbled mess, the boy with too many knees and elbows. Because i know when something's too good to be true, it usually is.
Timing is everything, the words just echo in the still of my mind. What happens after the timing has passed? the moments go, and you dont feel for that person anymore, you feel for someone else? Do you look for something better? Look for something more? If that is the way things are, we'll keep looking forever, sometimes the one we love we may not be in love with forever and ever, forever is after all a long time.
As soothing as the phrase time heals all wounds is, it is unbearably painful. Like a salon door, that cowboys walk through, not the kind of salon where women walk through (cowboys and women are two very different things), it swings both ways. Just as likely as time is to make you forget how exquisite and beautiful someone is, the light they brought into your life, the bubbling joy, the fiery passion, the single minded vision, and passion, it is also the likely cause you had to forget, because time makes you forget why you care so much in the first place.
Sometimes i think its just better, walk into it dont look back, when tings are bad dont look bad, when you dont love that person anymore, tell yourself you do and dont look back. And hope and pray the timing will be back again. Time waits for no man, no man is an island, islands in the sun are fun for everyone, everyone has to learn sometime, sometimes love just aint enough.
Just that sometimes, things change, things will never be the same. When we're busy swinging, high on moonbeems and stardust, falling with style, and life is pink, the world is green, and crying is something done by other people.
I only have one heart, one soul, one body, one life, one reason to carry on, just one, and sometimes thats all i ever need.
I feel this side of me again, and this time, i'm terrified. The control freak in me screams, the constant question in me asks, are you happy? do you want to be happy? Is this real? What's going on? Every time your heart attempts to flutter, you never know whats going to happen next. I feel like a jumbled mess, the boy with too many knees and elbows. Because i know when something's too good to be true, it usually is.
Timing is everything, the words just echo in the still of my mind. What happens after the timing has passed? the moments go, and you dont feel for that person anymore, you feel for someone else? Do you look for something better? Look for something more? If that is the way things are, we'll keep looking forever, sometimes the one we love we may not be in love with forever and ever, forever is after all a long time.
As soothing as the phrase time heals all wounds is, it is unbearably painful. Like a salon door, that cowboys walk through, not the kind of salon where women walk through (cowboys and women are two very different things), it swings both ways. Just as likely as time is to make you forget how exquisite and beautiful someone is, the light they brought into your life, the bubbling joy, the fiery passion, the single minded vision, and passion, it is also the likely cause you had to forget, because time makes you forget why you care so much in the first place.
Sometimes i think its just better, walk into it dont look back, when tings are bad dont look bad, when you dont love that person anymore, tell yourself you do and dont look back. And hope and pray the timing will be back again. Time waits for no man, no man is an island, islands in the sun are fun for everyone, everyone has to learn sometime, sometimes love just aint enough.
Just that sometimes, things change, things will never be the same. When we're busy swinging, high on moonbeems and stardust, falling with style, and life is pink, the world is green, and crying is something done by other people.
I only have one heart, one soul, one body, one life, one reason to carry on, just one, and sometimes thats all i ever need.
posted by Seython at 5:58 am
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