9月 20, 2011

Cliches & Dried Up Spells.

Sometimes I just want to shake things up. My life on pause; I yearn to be inspired once again. I look at the clock and I feel I'm in the wrong timezone. I drink the sea. I vomit violets. My garden went in flames. Once upon a time, I had a big heart with small hands, but I honestly thought I owned the world. I pull down the shades and see my life in a new angle. I know I'm not the only one who has demons swallowing me whole. Swing set without swings. The leaves turn colour and detach from the trees. I would damage my skin even when there was no tragedy.

I eat poison apples. I fall off cliffs. Mice and their Cinderella stories. Dwarfs and their Snow White thoughts. I fish for love I know deep down, I cannot bare. No one will be having cake. No, not tonight.

I miss taking risks without question or fear. Not that fear is a dreadful thing. It can be healthy in small doses. I don't mind being heartbroken if it means I can create. I know, all this thinking, how often these thoughts go stale? My brain turns to mush. I may still wear my coat but I honestly thought I would finally be comfortable in my own skin. Even I make a difference. I have a voice of my own; a world I refuse to disown. Even I burn; have asteroids crashing to the ground. Even I try to stay strong to live through the tornadoes. Even I survive {to revive}. Even I fall.

Did I mention I don't mind being heartbroken? I just want to shake things up.