If falling asleep is like going to Paris, then I think I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
What I've been trying to say is... I found the sidewalk that goes to Paris, but I don't know where it ends. And I don't know what will happen if I step on a crack. I guess there's only one way to find out.
I've got a lot on my chest... and I think i'm writing because i'm trying to say something
When I was little I thought if I peddled hard enough on my tricycle, my loneliness couldnt catch up with me. I also thought I could actually be invisible just by putting a blanket over my head.
But now I'm just trying to think of ways to be seen.
Yesterday there was a fire inside of me. It was all hot and smokey, and it burned a lot of things.
But these are the things I found in the fire.
I learned.
I learned that it doesn't matter what I lost, its gone so move on.
I learned that the sun rises every single morning.
I learned that the most important things can often be left unspoken.
Yesterday I felt like blue. The blue made me feel cold. The cold made me freeze, and I learned that there is heat in freezing.
I learned that people are a lot like black out poetry, they only show you the parts of themselves that they want you to see.
Yesterday I said tomorrow. And today I was too late. I learned that there is nothing worse than too late.
I learned that memories were the best things I ever had.
I learned that the things you put in your head stay there for forever.
I learned to stay inside the lines, while thinking outside the box.
Everybody is writing their own book. And if you don't stop comparing your chapter 1 to someone else's chapter 15, then nobody is ever gonna read your book.
If you can talk then you can sing. If you can walk then you can dance.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And it ends where it began.
