“You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.”
You only get a little time between a cut and knowing how deep it is. If it's only going to be nicked, or disfigured forever. All you can do is try to stretch out that moment for as long as you possibly can. 'Cause once you know, there ain't no coming back.
Words are flowing out
Like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Feels like i'm floating
Weightless in flight
Planets exploding as the soul and gravity fight
A heart that beats, an Incredible Machine
Made of blood and love and hope and lust and steam
Weightless in flight
Planets exploding as the soul and gravity fight
A heart that beats, an Incredible Machine
Made of blood and love and hope and lust and steam
There's a feeling that happens sometimes,
of finding yourself everywhere and in every moment all at the same time.
And your chest feels like it's filling with air,
and you're simply floating farther and farther away.
Until it all seems fake, the moments only continue to exist in feelings,
but the details are covered in a foggy haze.
Then you remember it wasn't all supposed to be this way,
but this is the mark of time and as it passes the world evolves slowly.
New horizons,
new sunsets,
new faces.
But you think, it really hasn't been all that long.
Yet the years have come and gone,
like a thief in the night...stealing the novelties of what was.
Sometimes my memory acts like that,
only allowing me flashes of what was and no longer streaming long full stories.
Short vignettes of life gone by, with large gaping holes.
Its hard to keep track of it all sometimes.
The quickness of what spans a short time period,
but the mountains and mountains of changes,
hurdles and barriers and walls...demolished.
Running in a marathon but sprinting the whole way through.
Finally catching your breath and not realizing how far you have come.
I used to think it would all be different then the way it really was.
I thought every decision and every moment was wrapping in a finality of forever.
When really it's all a sample of what life has in store.
And moments that seem endless and perfect
play back as a quiet smile, the smell in the air, the sound of a song.
And it's filled with emptiness because it's been long past.
The only evidence is that which remains preserved.
Don't you wish our brains could hold onto every moment forever?
You have to move past the pain to appreciate the transformation.
You come so far just to look back and see the progress.
And it's visible even though you pass the same scenery.
The kids grow older,
the days grow together,
the natural rhythm goes unnoticed because it all feels the same way.
Almost a dream and a long lost fairy tale of what was.
You have to ask...
do you have regrets?
Would you change anything if you could go back and do it again?
But I know when i honestly think of these questions,
you cannot live a life of regret.
Not in this way of never making mistakes,
but rather in a way of put conscious effort into each decision and person that crosses your path.
Because in reality it does all matter,
and it is not to be taken lightly.
No regrets to who has come and gone.
No regrets to the things you said or didn't say.
No regrets to the many many departures.
No regrets for packed bags and long playlists.
No regrets to late night conversations,
no regrets to long texts and simple pictures.
But nothing is what is was,
every changing, always learning, continually transforming.
I dream of the ocean and the beach.
Endless summer nights, and starry night bonfires.
Waves and seashells, and the smell of salt in the air.
My heart belongs elsewhere, never here, never not satisfied.
Those that I don't regret have taught me,
created a long list of expectations,
helped put the guard up, helped demand respect of self.
I have my eyes set forward and I know it will never be like this for long,
because it never is.
Ever constant changing of horizons.