The air was empty tonight
Streets filled with trees filled with dying leaves
Just like you
Or maybe not
Cause perhaps you're already dead..
Inside.
You'd already be gone
Except you can't be gone if you were never
Here
And I find it kind of funny that
We're all in this same place
But noone's really here
And I find it so ironic that
We spend all this time searching for ourselves
We never take the chance to create ourselves
And I find it somewhat sad that
In the end nothing changes
Yet in the end nothing will ever be the same
Something must be created before it can be considered changed, but in the end, nothing will ever be the same. I can't explain why I get what you mean, but I do. Love you Jaime!
ReplyDeleteYay, somebody actually understood that, thanks Jenna, love you too! :]
ReplyDelete