saw this on my fb newsfeed haha brilliant
"On the 1st week of finals my teachers gave to meeeee
4 Hours of crying
3 Mental breakdowns
2 Thoughts of dropout
& A month of anxiety”
a cloud of forgotten souls
The dreams ive been having lately
Upon entering some sort of time machine. I become old and am waiting in line for a Woody Allan film. Inside of the theatre I hear a young boy playing the piano. The piece is beautiful and there are great long pauses for the boy has forgotten how to complete the song. His family is beside me in line, fearful of the possible embarrassment their brother/son is currently experiencing. The in-between pauses are crunching to your stomach, but in the end the boy remembers how the song ends and completes beautifully. The song was simple yet so beautiful, and it brings everyone to the brink of tears at the end including me.
I wake up and in a decisive effort, attempt to compose the piece which I had heard in my dream. It was nothing overly amazing, but as one of my favourite quotes goes, “its not how you play the piano, its how you feel while playing”
how often do you wish you could go back in time?
and how often do you believe in true love? if i could i would go back. to a time when i had a chance. a chance is all i ever really wanted.
people think they are so smart. it makes me laugh and how bad it makes me look trying to justify my own feelings. failing horribly at the game of life and love. in the end both prevail but i really want to spend it with you. a lifetime over infinity.
please take me away from here. take me back and go back with me to that moment when our lips first touched. a time i have forgotten of, with such lonliness il never forget it. not on nights like these. not on nights where i can think. not when my brains dying. not when im so fucked up yet so awake. please. dont let it fade away….