Losing yourself

Gone. 

Everything you thought you knew.

Gone. 

You can't believe it. 

You won't believe it.

Just... Gone.

Where'd it go? 

Your ability to feel. 

Numb to emotion. 

Numb to pain. 

Sadness. 

Why does it consume us?

Why are we so afraid of happiness? 

Happiness and I have some trust issues..

We try to compromise but nothing happens... 

Still lost.

Trying to make my way back to something real. 

Wanting to regain that ability to feel... 

I thought we had a deal?

Happiness please stay and the sadness was real... 

All I can think to do is neal. 

Ask for comfort, 

Ask for peace. 

Give me something to live for at least.

Can the sun reach the dark side of the moon? 

Can the light penetrate the darkness? 

Guide me to the light. 

I'm on the dark side, 

I hide. 

Waiting. 

Waiting for something bright.

Something so light. 

Help me know what warm feels like. 

You sure you want to come in? 

It's dark in here. 

There's no need to fear. 

The light will help your fears. 

One touch. 

Warmth. 

Happiness.

Love. 

Overwhelmed with feelings of joy. 

Don't leave. 

It's cold here. 

Warm my heart.

Warm my soul. 

Don't tear me apart. 

The sun is meant to shine. 

Come sit in the dark and let it out.

One kiss one touch. 

Show me how to feel.

Give me something to care about. 

Give me light and their will be happiness... No doubt.

What's your problem.

Think its worse than someone else?

Think again.

 

Someone has it worse than you.

Someone wishes to be you.

 

Yet why do we feel so bad for ourselves?

Why do the littlest things get us down?

Why can't we just live a good life?

 

Life.

It's good

It's bad

Why.

 

Why does this happen to me

not her

not him

 

me

I'm a good person

I try my best

but still it's

 

me.

 

my thoughts my peers all at once

they say I'm not good enough

but I have something nobody has.

 

myself.

 

I am me.

 

I wouldn't wanna change that for anything.

but I do

but I don't

 

what do I want?

I wish I knew.

 

me knows what it wants

but not what it needs.



In a deep dark hole there lies a girl just like you.
She sits there wondering what to do.
She looks up to the sky asking why.
She felt like she would rather die.
She tried counting to 3.
but the hole got deeper and deeper,
she couldn't breath.
She begged for mercy up above,
Praying that she'd feel some love.
She got a visit from a dove.
Turns out it was Christ from up above.
He told her that if she wanted to,
she could be up their with him up their to.
She climbed the sides without fear,
knowing she was getting near
A place she could soon call home,
and would never shed another tear.

Fear not for he is here, to wipe away all your tears.

What's going on in that beautiful mind?

People sit on the surface.

Nobody wants to dive in.

There is something beyond the shore.

Just a beautiful mind I wish to explore.

 

 Don't be afraid to explore.

Explore that beautiful mind beyond the shore.

Dig a little deeper in the sand.

 

Don't be afraid to just dive right in.

 

It's a little scary but you won't be disappointed.

 

What you see isn't what you get.

 

We see what we want to see.

 

Maybe what we want to see isn't what we need to see.

 

Deeper.

 

Meaningful.

 

 

Beauty is in everyone.

 

The deeper you go, the darker it gets.

 

Its up to you to define what beauty is.

 

So take a journey.

 

Into that beautiful mind.

 

Sleep. Where alot more happens than just sleep.

me: I'm so tired, i could collapse into bed and sleep for a year..

me: gets in bed

me: how was earth created

me: who made microwaves

me: how does the internet even work

me: I'm hungry

me: feels bad about something i did 4 years ago

me: remembers 73 unfinished tasks

me: too tired to sleep

 

Why do we ask ourselves these stupid questions?

 

Sleeping is where I think and over think the most.

 

I ask myself what I could do better what I need to fix.

 

I yearn for a deeper connection and understanding people.

 

I think about all of this while sleeping.

 

Think I'm wasting my life away by sleeping?

 

Think again.

 

I learn more by sleeping then I do anything else.

 

about myself and about the things around me.

 

 

 

Why are we writing about bricks?

Alright. So what do I see bricks as? Bricks are just little stone like rectangular cubish things. You can throw them at people and build stuff. cool right?
Me on the other hand like to see the symbolism in everything.
There is a lesson to be learned with everything on this earth.
So bricks.
I see them as things that hold things together.
Alone they are nothing but together they are a strong foundation.

Think of bricks as friends or family.

They are there to lift you up.

They keep you grounded.

You are literally stuck with them.