Time

Sometimes its hard to breathe, I forget how to fill my lungs
Other times its hard to eat, my stomach turns over and over
Most times its hard to think, my mind fight a battle with insanity

All the time its hard to be, for being means accepting and accepting is to be.

who are you?

Who is it reading these as I post?
Why do you care?

Nostalgia..

...is the way I am reminded of our first kiss as I walk through the blooming magnolias,
the way I think of nothing but the comfort of your arms as I lay alone in my bed.
It is the way I can no longer breathe walking the paths we used to walk together,
how the tears flow to the setting sun on the horizon as I walk home alone.

Nostalgia is the way spring now makes me feel so numb I doubt my own existence at times.

My sad soul

Why does no one just tell me its ok to be sad and then hold my hand through the sadness.
Instead they try their best to change me and in the end blame me for not trying to be happy, when really I am happy, its just that I carry an unmovable sadness inside.
~I bear inside me a sad soul, please don't try and change that, for it is all I know.~

Radio.

'Now my life is sweet like cinnamon

Like a fucking dream I'm living in

Baby love me cause I'm playing on the radio

(How do you like me now?)

Pick me up and take me like a vitamin

'Cause my body's sweet like sugar venom oh yeah

Baby love me cause I'm playing on the radio

(How do you like me now?)'

-Lana Del Rey

I need to...

~To using the future to escape the present~

She opened her mouth,

but still the air would open her lungs kindly.

For hours, days, months now she had not been able to breathe,

not a single breath that did not tear her apart inside.