Shrug it off, darling, the sky ain't falling down just yet.
Pull yourself together, girl. The worst part's only just approaching now.
And as the seconds turn to minutes, feeling trapped, there's no way out but in.
Why does one begin to write? Because she feels misunderstood, I guess. Because it never comes out clearly enough when she tries to speak. Because she wants to rephrase the world, to take it in and give it back again differently, so that everything is used and nothing is lost.
- Nicole Krauss
Most of us don't know what we want but a few of us lucky ones do. Only we refuse to recognize just what it is because we're shameful, doubtful of the truth. If only we knew, it's staring right back at us. So close, we could taste its whisper if we wanted to. Beckoning for us to come a little closer, breathing us in, breathing us out. Consuming us all, entirely. Like a black hole, it pulls us in deeper, obliterating every atom, every molecule that crosses its path. Until all we have turns to nothing, until that turns to ash. Until the ash scatters and bursts into flames, until the combustion creates everything we've ever wanted. Everything we've ever had.
For a moment there, you had me. You had me going with your wild fantasies, with your if-only's. For a moment there, you'd convinced me. And for a moment there, you lost me.
It's those who seek the most affection who receive it least.
It's those who seek redemption who are never forgiven.
It's those who seek only the truth who are never told.
It's those who seek only life who are never given.
Love is never not on our minds.
Its function as natural as breathing. Its purpose everlasting.
But we shouldn't consume ourselves with just love.
It's redundant, we've heard it all before.
We can't forget about life or let love overshadow it anymore
Because without life, there is no love
So this is how it feels
When the arteries begin to clot, when the mind begins to rot
This is how it sounds
When the world begins to fade with the moon as it starts to wane
This is how it tastes
As once familiar odors linger in the room, apprehending certain doom
We're nothing alike you and I
The only thing we have in common is we're both gonna die
We don't speak the same words
We don't think the same thoughts
But we're all going down the same road,
The only thing we have to say for ourselves now is lost
It's not as simple as it seems,
Neither complicated by any means.
It's difficult to recognize the error in our ways as we choose to be blinded
Until our sight all but fades
If it's a gamble so what? No one ever said it wouldn't be a risk.
If it's worth it or not, hell there's a lot more to it than this
False sympathy, false hope, false beliefs, false idols, false memories.
What do we conjure if not lies?
If everything proves false, what's the underlying truth of this chaos we call life?
What are you so afraid of?
Just open up wide and swallow the bitter pill of life
As you're peering outside your window
You'll find the things you've been avoiding all this time
All the wasted nights you had stayed up
Trying to figure out what to do with what's left behind
They call you filthy,
Notorious for your vulgar talk, known for your wild walk
But to me you're beautiful, despite one hell of a twisted soul
You're in disguise, I know, I can see through the angst in your eyes
If they'd just take a closer look, they'd find compassion buried deep inside
They call you menacing,
But you're just like anyone else, alive and well
Save for differences you don't quite understand
What you are is yin and yang, both the sun and the moon
You've got the cruel world in the palm of your hands
If only you knew, you steal breaths as you enter the room