Words
I'm drawing to make ends meat, and trying to make sense of, what the hell is going on around me. I wanted to animate the picture of you that became blurry dull faint indistinct, and suddenly your more unfamiliar than I realized. I now title all my books after you, only I can't write worth a damn giving I don't give a damn anymore. Lets all just take a breath now.
I'm still trying to understand why we suffer ourselves through endless studies and tiresome work to reach the ultimate goal of these pieces of paper with little value. I'm still trying to understand how this builds our character; how putting people down and trying to be a better person than someone else makes us strong people. I'm still trying to understand why the real things don't really matter. I'm still trying but failing and the main thing I don't quite understand is why failure is the worse to come of us.
Take me chaos, gently humming a new revolution. Take me because I know you will take me as I am. They come from ignorance but you come from respect and respectively you wake them up from their dull eyes that sleep a dense slumber. Teach me the right kind of patience. Not the kind that hides a lie but the kind that tells truth and keeps an open mind. Teach me that hate is nothing more than a waste of time, and although time is all we have, its just not worth it. Teach me that innovation, revolution, radical change, reformation are not just something to advertise and that we can fabricate new ideals as something more than childs play. You conceal yourself behind a childs smile, the wrinkles around an old mans eyes, the tightened fists of an active woman, the voice of a voice wanting to be heard.
The audience had vanished, the hall itself had disappeared; I was conscious only of my own words, of my ecstatic song.
Spoken
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Idk what it is.
got it from photobucket Ü
lawls~