Life swinger

I always think I can hear voices, not save the world voices. Voices in my head of things talking to me.

Dance the warrior, the warrior

I am needing to break free lately. I've been non stop busy. Just catching up with old friends. I need that. I am usually so bad at plans going through and keeping in touch with people. Especially people that were once such a big part of your life. I wonder what it is that holds people together, but a pure memory that was once there. Then but not now. Do you ever think about how you can never live a memory again. Through pictures, and feeling, deja vu but thats not that. But never again you can't live in that moment. That scares the shit out of my bones. Gives me that chill feeling. I am me, I am living. I don't need anybody else though, except good vibes. The vibes of comfort. Like batman I keep a secret life, but I feel that opening up to someone is so important in becoming someone yourself. Talking is the only way you communicate to get to know someone. Except those special I can read what he/she is thinking. Those are the ones you hold onto.

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You and your chemistry

Where is she. Who is she. Is she like me. Does she think about me. What are they like me. Do they know about me. Do they wonder like I wonder. Does she feel the way I feel. Does she think the way I think. What is natured to me. What is nurtured to me. I need to know before I can go on with this song I need to know what somebody gave me and why, because my whole life I have been living on maybe's, possibilities, what if's. I've been playing this situation out in my head, that I was there for but have no idea what was going on.

Secret crowds

Sometimes to much I get caught up in the supposed to. The tracks which we are programmed to believe are right, I think that I am so far from normal that I must not be a pinch close to the regular. But it is only my head I am in. How do I know you don't feel the same way. I am where I am because of the kind of person I am. I like to just keep to myself, let people see the side of me they will compliment, but what about complimenting my head. Sometimes I get tired of hearing the same thing, the same tunes. It's time for a change. But he makes me feel alive. Alive to what extent. When will it stop being a game, and just be a feeling. Where someone can completely grasp there finger around my concept of love inside my head. I have no one to blame but myself. I play games, not the type of hard to get play sexy. Games of thinking to much into things and not following my inhibition. Come and lay with me. The beginnings get tired after a while. I say they're the best part but maybe it's the only part I know. I don't know anything past the surface.