Not In the Best Condition

Right now..
Well..
Old habits? They die freakin' hard.
And honestly, it sucks that I always catch myself going back to how I used to be every time I feel that I cannot handle things properly.
I escape to how I used to be.
Do things to somehow escape reality.
Do things to emancipate myself from my own doing's slavery.
Work is well, trust me, it is.
Everything else is well and I am grateful.
But I am flawed.
And it dawns on me.
The result?
I crawl back to the me that I used to be.
I have no better way of dealing with my being perpetually stained.
Right now, I'm flying.
Out here. Into a place where all is well --better than how it really is.

Treat.

Love may be overrated. Or not. As it was taken back.
Nonetheless, I love.
I will continue to love.

And then..

I gave myself a treat.
For a while, I stopped thinking.
For a moment, I let go of everything.
For a second, I forgot about everything.

Try it.
Just let go.
It feels more than great.

My Music. Your Music. Their Music.

I want my music to be played and listened to.
I want it to be known and understood.
You want yours to be played and listened to as well.
But what about their music?
What about the rhythm that their music can contribute to our lives?

Mattermattermatterrrrr

You'll know you've grown somehow when the things that used to matter so much, do not matter anymore. Or they still matter. But not as much as they used to.

You finally realize that there are more important things that need your attention.

Just wait.

If the things I want is meant for me,
then they'll come eventually.

The same applies to you in all probability.

Vanilla Twilight - Owl City

The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you dear
'Cause I wish you were here

I'll watch the night turn light blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
The silence isn't so bad
Till I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because when I think of you
I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear,
Oh darling I wish you were here

Just a Thought

We all want different things for ourselves.
We want different things for our lives.

Darkness Fell

I wanna hear every breath that you say.

Huwaw,

What matters to you, it doesn't matter to them.
If it matters to them..
Well.. It doesn't change anything :)