sincerely:sunday

confessional, sometimes i wanna tell all.
but i hold back, i think too much.
often i wanna get outta here.
fly to the moon, we were the best when were hand in hand.
i think about the things i wanna improve,
but ive made myself the person that i am today.
i feel hardly in anyway domesticated.
i continue on my path everyday, focusing on tomorrow
or at least i try to.
i still have eczema on my face.
im trying to become okay with my body and self image.
i dont even know why i care. when i was outside all the time,
nothing in the world mattered. i had everything i needed.
now i have a hard time trying to be out in that big world alone.
a lot of times i think that i wish i wouldnt have given up.
that i would have stayed in that fight, but it was a fight against myself..
i rarely think that those fights even end.
i use to spend my days writing poetry, and drowning myself out in music.
nobody understood me then.
now, i paint, draw, write, learn, only in black.
my art is no good and i get too afraid to be bad at something
and i cant remember when all of this stuff created such an importance in my life.
i NEED to start doing photography, thinking about what i CAN do
to be great at something.
ahh bring me water, water for my mind.
i crave knowledge and bliss.
music in my ears.
theyre bleeding.

this particular song if you could imagine this,
is one i get lost in, truly lost in.
with my head pouring out of a car window with so much wonderful
thought in mind, going to the most beautiful nowhere i have ever been.