Oh, we use our eyes to fill in most the gaps.

I'm not sure if I can be as sincere as I feel. And it's been the longest time since I've felt.

I like the shirt you wear. Sometimes.

If I didn't talk to myself I'd never know how I was changing. I don't want to forget what I am, if I ever knew, because all people see are past versions of myself. I feel it's best to constantly keep update.

When every word can be twisted more and more with longer spans of time and shorter memory spans, it becomes hard to stay true and at attention.

So there's a million people to see, a million things to express, but I never end up saying a thing of value these days, or as much as I'd hope the intrinsic value my words hold.

I'll never have writer's block, because I'm always constantly on my mental feet and thinking. And more often than not it all gets lost in translation.

They say every year you get older and wiser.

Well I hope I stay golden and speak lines of myself that reflect my inner value, of the same shine and the kind that won't die in someone's mind, but just stay there to lie for while yet.

Yet, I never get to say much to anyone.

I guess it's because I keep one eye shut too often I'm not thinking properly, I've always been coasting on one track alone. It's no way for anything to get anywhere, least of all my untrained trains.

I wonder exactly what a Half Light is. Twilight? But it doesn't quite sound right. But despite not remembering, I remember what the feeling was of experiencing it.

And you wonder why you cry sometimes. Sometimes you forget, sometimes you forgot you hold the ocean in the shell.

I love too much that I am blind to it. I live my life with a negative misdemeanor, without realizing who I'm really being is all I've ever been. I regret nothing.

Now I know why people often tell me I'm good at what I do.

I want to embrace as fondly as I must've experienced once upon a time.


"I like living, it's easy
Moves like a gift in a weather that's breezy
Blew by my lips
Shakes like the uneasy when seduced by a kiss
I wanna slide my hand underneath your pillow where it fits

I got a set of sticky fingers and a back built for hammocks
But this ain't no doctor's note and I ain't no blank canvas
It's just the way the pen is, I'm good at what I do
From failing to falling in and out of touch with you"

I want more than a vote of confidence from myself. But I can only wonder if I'll hear it from someone I want to?