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Awoken
Time to revive, A jolt of awakening, That coma of drift, And uncertainty not shaking.
Like your heart on repeat, Beats the star-crossed subtle beat, Of that summertime high, And the lift beneath your feet.
Unsheltered and unscathed, Your veins on the verge, Taken heart from its cage, And the mind from the urge.
Drawn up and erased down So shall give all it takes, And the sun sets the moon, That our love creates.
Dive up or jump down, You'll make it to the stars, As the shine of your eyes And the truth becomes ours.
Awake
Today I have awoken. It's a different era of type for me. A time to reflect and a time to forgive. But forgiving might require some forgetting. See, I'm a Junior in high school. In parental perspective, a typical partying, car-driving monster makes me who I am; Although, it could only classify me to a certain extent. Partying, car-driving monsters can only take in so much complication: a subject matter in which I apparently can't get enough of. See, there's a few things one might need to know about me before dabbling into my work. One, I'm funny and creative but, two, I am also a cynic and an outcast. Three, My misfit friends stick with me only when it suits them best and, four, it doesn't matter to me because in two years I'll be in college anyway. The only reason I refrain from the "I could care less" deal is because even though I feel a draw away from these people, I still feel a draw closer to God. I'm starting to believe that is what matters most and that I should do what I can to keep that my goal. Regardless, my high school career exists under certain oddities in which some might find themselves relating to. If so, I encourage to read you more. One might find an answer hidden beneath the text.
Yours Sincerely,
Pristine Bubbles
Pristine Bubbles · Sun Jan 17, 2010 @ 05:04pm · 0 Comments |
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