you are exactly that.

You are beautifully confusing.

Not in a, "that painting is gorgeous, but it shouldnt be because it's just a whole bunch of splatters on a page" kind of way, but in a, "this fire on the mountain is surreal...its destroys everything and yet the destruction is mesmerizing" kind of way.

And I find that everyone is like this. Beautifully confusing, I mean.

She is sunshine when its snowing, and hes the only person clad in black in a colorful parade.
She's a lamppost in the middle of nowhere.
He's the only word written on a page and shes not quite sure who she is. Shes like a butterfly turned back into a caterpillar.

But being this complicated, yet amazing mess of emotions and feeling is exactly what makes you, well, you.

Thanks for that, by the way.

For being you.

Because without you, nothing would be the same.

Three Things

If I could tell you three things before I die, it would be this:

  1. Do what you can to change someone's life.

  2. Music is the best medicine.

  3. If they're wrong about you, tell them to shut up.

Answer: Unknown.

This is blackness. This is blackness and darkness and nothing more.
I was told there should be stars, or maybe gray clouds to brighten up my surroundings...but I guess it was all pretend.
They told me it would be dark in the beginning, and that I wouldn't be able to see any hope for a little while.
They told me this would pass.
But as I look down at my hands that have turned dull from the lack of light, and at my fingernails that should exist more than they do, I think maybe they were all lies.
This space around me is stifling and although I have several paths that lie in front of me, they all look the same.
They all look worn and rocky and maybe just a little bit too treacherous for my battered body.
So I sit here and send one uncomplicated thought out into the universe:
Where do I go from here?

"To achieve something you've never achieved before, you must become someone you've never been before."

-Brian Tracy