It's beautiful here. The right kind of beautiful, where the sun is shining down on everything, but the wind is rustling through the leaves and slowly swinging my rocking chair. Everything seems so peaceful on the surface, it's like a moment from a dream. Part of me wants to just disintegrate so the wind can blow me away, and I can become part of a million different other beautiful moments. Is that what everyone's chasing? I can't remember the last time I had an actual dream, it's always memories. Then the faces in the memories change, and I can't calm down and I can't be okay because there's no way to prove that it won't become another reality. How many times does it need to happen before the universe decides I've learnt whatever lesson it's trying to teach.
Build up your walls.
Build up your walls.
Build up your walls.
One day I'll make the choice, one day I'll have the guts to do what's right. I've been a selfish bitch for longer than I should have. At the end of the day, why draw something out and make it long and painful? Just say what needs to be said, and do what needs to be done. People will discourage you, sure, but nobody is more honest than they are after a night of drinking. Things were said for a reason, think about that. People also try to undo what they say, and although it never works, they try to do it for a reason.
They know not what they do, cause in the end everyone's chasing an unattainable dream.
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