she'll

always believe.
she'll believe forever.

& she'll believe IN forever.

cos it's fun.

it's happy.

it is to be.

it just is.

freedom

to be thrown into the garbage.

f*ck freedom.

the hell with freedom.

she needs to not cry anymore.

past

future?

sort of?

kinda?

she knows not.

NOW?

what is now?

is now ever?

is the now the eternal circumstance of ... just now?

she wants more.

she wants now to be now,

today.

tomorrow.

yesterday.

maybe the day which could not be...

and stuff.

dreamers

who are you?
what are you living for?

think about it, even though life might be unkind.

and then, wrap yourself around me.

it

used to be about

faces, traces, laces... races

or

food, heat, cold... survival

even

concrete, abstract, romantic.... contemporaneous

and now...

we just don't know.

our

choices

bring us to where we stand now.

all of them.

choosing to believe in something is pure and magical.

until it is not anymore.

i don't regret.

but i hurt.

i hurt too much.

why

is it that it's always about ourselves?

when does it stop?

or does it?

and i know that there are all of the ulterior and selfless and explainable circumstances where we can deconstruct that...

but can we? really?

so sometimes i just wish i could relay.

relay.

and lay.

and reeeeeeally find the light of day.

some break

some stay.
some go.
some play.

alight
reorder
blink
stay away?

we're all that one.