Out of the inside.

I'm so scatterbrained it hurts my head.
I don't even understand half of the things that go through my mind. So in return, I don't expect you to understand them. I don't expect anything out of you; it's up to you what my thoughts make you think.

I'm not here to change your life or perspective.
In fact, I'm not sure why I'm here, but I'll take it in stride.

I've found my way here again, like the north star in the night sky when you're out of the city.
Some days I wonder if I close my eyes if I can envision my dreams like I used to when I was younger.
I want my dreams back.
I want my life back.
I am cursed with too many ambitions dreams.
I am cursed with a pessimistic outlook on life and situations.

With empty words.

Early morning is a great time to think and watch the sun rise.
There's a certain clarity in the thought process around five and six AM.

Lies are less prominent in conversation that is made. And even if an all nighter has just been pulled, the time is still refreshing. Think that it might be six am for you, but twelve noon for someone around the world.

Time doesn't wait for anyone.
Correct your mistakes when given the chance, because it only comes once.

Stealing hearts.

Wear a smile with a mouthful of lies.
No one's telling the truth anymore.
Some days I want to get out of here.

Make It Count.

I'm the one who's selling you out.

I'm sick of being the one to make the first move. Take a lesson and learn from the past. I can't be there to catch you fall every time. You need help in the worst way possible, but I'm not going to be that help.
I know I need help, but I don't need it like you do. I can contain myself and my problems. And while that's not the most healthy, it's better than lashing out with a tongue as sharp as a piece of glass.
You've shattered any friendship that could have been between us, and I'm sick of you trying to find the pieces to glue back together.

I want to be you for a day to clean up your mess.
Maybe you could be me and clean up mine.

Dearly Departed.

All our life we're taught to run from anything out of the ordinary; taught to reject anything not normal and to never count on miracles. We're skilled in self preservation. We're skilled in pushing people away and we're number one in coldness.

People are blind to those who are on the outside looking in; but it's those on the outside who can save us in a day alone. Those are the miracle workers, and the ones we should hold on to.

We can fail ourselves but we find it hard to fail others. We find it hard to let those that mean so much to us, down. But it's inevitable. If we're not meant to complete the stunt, to walk that tightrope, we're going to fail. And fail is such a harsh word, it's a wonder we're so scared of it. So scared of even the singular letter that stands for fail, F. Failure, failing, failed, fail, all words that scare us into trying harder. The word that pushes us to our extremes when maybe, maybe we were never even meant to get there.

People tell me I'm a thinker, and even when it's not meant as a compliment, I find myself taking it as one.
I've always been the odd one out, but it works for me, and I'll take it out of context.

Believe me, I've got you beat when it comes to problems.
You'll never know half of the truth.

There's a bone in my hand.

Reality is the brick wall placed strategically on the path to our dreams. It is our duty to find the way around it, to make it to the end of the road, to persevere and accomplish what we want to do in our lives.

Some of us do it, but that other ninety percent is stuck with a job that isn't fulfilling to their life. And in theory it's that exact job that drags us down, introduces us to that mid-life crisis.

It's up to us to be happy with what we've made of ourselves. It's in our genes to want to be happy, and strive for perfection in our life.

You never really know that you're happy until you know when you're unhappy.