Exploring the mountains, I hit ups and downs; exhilaration, hard breaths. As I inclined the elevation my attention was to my sore muscles rather than the thrill. Flashbacks from a life I have no endurance for, I have been here so many times before yet I thought these times were gone for sure. I stared upon the smooth uneven folds, gentle planes of peach, strategic strokes. I begged, I prayed, I clashed with the tepid lake, relentless rapids. I find childlike naivety in the wind; it is a mosquito about to wander the fibers of my web. Cold emerald judges gape back at me. Where have you been my friend? As I lose my footing, she tumbles away. Where are you going? I scramble to catch up with her, only ending up face to face. Too much time has gone passing me by, never letting me relive it. The silence is so loud; the water so deep. Why won't you speak? I reached out to her. I glare through the hopeful ripples curiously searching.
To ponder one's self is to dig in deep; it is there it always has been. I hope I acquire customary to this numbness, if not I hope it is just a fragment of metamorphosis and not just alteration. My reflection was just another one of my deceptions. The appearance of an absent adolescent, one I was formerly acquainted with and never hope to meet again. I feel the strength I have acquired like a stitched up cut; my forte is a metal chain. I ogled at my echo in the distant water. The stillness was amplified.
Small rigid dirt paths take you back and forth from the past, brash new structures take the place of life; showing us where we are headed fast. Beautiful people pace the roads wondering if they will ever find a home. Somewhere a touch went wide of the mark, now as they sit alone in the dark. Cars roll by, wretched sights flash bright. Passengers pounder why, have they ever been in the light? Kind souls never rest, not just obeying god's request. Decelerating to help, they are a candle in a lost night. You stare at the majestic rolling ridges, the sky; the blue, blue sky. We worry about tomorrow, some worry about right now. Time ticks away, it is a circus tiger escaping from its cage. Are you not happy? With what is there. Are you not grateful? For what you have. You will never live without love; which is like a parched rose.
Everywhere I go, I see beautiful faces. For those who know how to love, god is not always so gracious. I know pretty souls with terrible holes from what they don't have. Where are you god? I never take anything for granted, my life, my home, my ambiance, my being; I love. I accept everything. Tough intervals of pain will pass, what hasn't ended you only builds you up. When a small boy falls off his bike, his scrapped knees heal. Same goes for every situation. Look up, you will be rewarded. Who are you to judge me?
The air is thin; breaths come as gifts. The height exhilarates the mind, with a steady footing I pounder what is beyond. Wandering soft solemn plains, high purple peaks; my eyes search like a hawk. Terracotta comforts to metal abodes. Lenient autumn trinkets glow upon extended slender vegetation; red, blond, ginger, jade. The sweet vivid colorations are camouflage, the seasons a chameleon. No place has what I do: bright hues, soft blues. Radiant heat smiles down upon easy earth tones, unifying through the haze. Unfriendly wind blows in clouds of grey, but I know it will be okay. Hostile water pours through streets, overflows gutters, then melts into grime. I still have faith, no matter what, after rain there comes a rainbow. We dance in the moisture, bright prisms are our partner. We tangle in knots as the rain we joins us. Nowhere has what I do, No one sees what I do; unappreciated beauty. Obscure asphalt scrapes the soles of my leather boots, rocks scatter from the path. As I touch my journey's end I still keep my head high, at the end of the day I still know I can fly. After you leave one exit, you can always go through an entrance. At the fights close, I whisper with courage. The light that gives me life cascades below the edge, as it does it gives me faith. Brilliant tones flash across the atmosphere, watermelon clouds mingle with lavender haze in the azure sky. No one has what I do, no place has what I do; an indefinite beginning.
HAHA. what do i think about haters? well... if your gunna hate on me.. i could careless honestly, your wasting your time. Hate on people go ahead.. Your just jealous and insecure. Most people are like "talk shit get hit" haa, if you talk shit about me im just going to laugh. Your not worth me moving my arm to punch you. I mean shure if you have a LEGIT reason to hate someone..go for it, but hates a big thing..keep it pg and stay with dislike;) Being jealous is not a legit reason. I have heard people say "oh theres just something about them that makes me hate them" wow..just wow. I mean come on can everyone just grow up a little bit? kay thanks bye:) Keep on hatein, it only makes you look dumb:)
You say you know what love is, but do you? If you asked a million people, you would have a million answers. Love is unconditional. You would do anything, walk a thousand miles to be with them, to make them smile and happy. No one is perfect, seeing that and loving someone just they way they are.. You can look them in the eyes, with no regret, full honesty and say you love everything about them. Do you even know the difference between love and lust? Honestly, im only 15. I don't know what love is yet.
Scars remind us that things get better, still there as dark memories.. but also hope. I used to feel lost, like there was nothing left. Everyone tells me the same thing, that things will get better. I think i'll just wait to see for my self.. Running from a rainy day is impossible, unless you fly away. But i did and i am. Everything behind me makes who i am today. Bad choices are just lesons to show you whats wrong. Its a long way, a hard fight, but they were right. Hold your head up high, everyone gets lost. Theres always going to be someone with a map to show you the way. Everything gets better, i promise.
ohh you smile with thoose bright eyes, but baby you cry with thoose mirrors to your inside. I can see through your fake grin, i can see your tears before they begin. Dont hide behind yourself, cuase baby its not you. I know you better then you think, i can tell your hidding right as you blink. i can see it, cuase the pain is like a scar through thoose eyes ♥