It could mean as simple as moving.
Keep moving.. Keep moving on…
I was rather confused this early afternoon.
Didn’t know if i was lost or was just wandering
If i was lonely or just free
If i felt insufficient or just fine with walking away
If i was easily replaceable or a regrettable miss
If i was desired only as a crown or was just a well-packaged fraud
If i was chaos or just an intricate poem
If i was disillusionment or just a russion doll,
On this particular night, I heard my every step.
And my only company were these red shoes.
My feet won’t let me walk any farther towards home
because I can’t bear to see myself even more alone.
On this particular night, I miss you with a calm, pulsing pain.
And the thread of hope left inside
slithers and leaves a tear in every place.
Create a dreamy afternoon, the sun melting a tangerine sky; on your feet is fine sand becoming finer with every bitter-sweet rendezvous with confusing waves.
The people stare at your open back baring inked skin and no longer toned physique.
They also stare at his piercing eyes of confidence, of holding onto this moment with you. He knows it will go by as fast as you came into his friendly little hometown.
Picture out the night you got there and the bars that you would hop about; the smell of beer and the men who think they’re living the life, and the women who don’t know why they are fucked up.
Draw in your mind the music that will make you stand. And you both will dance because not a pair of eyes could tell that you are victims of time, criminals of the law.
Sculpt very well the touch of his hands as he drags you out to watch the stars he booked just for you. Tonight the clouds take leave to make you fall even more in-love.
Hug him and fear the dawning of the reality. Believe him say that he’ll do something.
Create this dreamy paradise and visit it every night-mare;
and your heart shall become wiser every mourning.
Can’t help but take a photo of this little boy sitting in front of me in the jeep, who had a nice mixture of tired-adult look in his eyes and the i-care-not comfy-ness of a kid.
I grow strong when you are weak
So can you just be weak?
I’ll be gone before you know it.
So love me before I’m gone.
It could have been the best journeys
of our ironic lives
but the Universe was quick to say no,
your separate ways.
A whole lifetime stretches ahead of us
The road is long before the next.
When you look back for me,
I may be the road you’re walking on,
the light that gives you life,
And the tomorrow that you promised yesterday.
If you’d want to look back for me,
So you may join me when you’re strong.