Self Titled
Posted by cassandrakh | Posted in | Posted on Friday, April 30, 2010
My life is so beautiful. Everything feels real and electric. Take my hand and spin me around. I’ll trust in you, but I always trust in myself first. To see the world through these eyes of mine. See clear blue, a vivid sheen, hearts waiting for their turn to burst. I don’t care if I’m naive. I believe, I believe. I’ll exceed what they say; I will be a dancer, a guitarist, a poet. I will design and organize, knowing the layers, but at the same time knowing everything is such a sacred mess of vibrancy and total chaos. But I don’t care, I won’t care. I’m through with the hunches and the worries. I’d rather dive in than test the water with one toe. I want, I want, I want. But I will give more. The wants will come with time and my own driven mind. I am reckless with my heart, but strong with my world. I wouldn’t have that any other way. I like rain drops, seeping clouds into my soul until the drops of sun push their way through. I am hopeful. I know the cynic in me, I know the pessimist, but I know the optimist even better. I know the daughter, the sister, the friend, the lover, and they are all me. There are payments, and work, and licences, and heartbreaks, and money. But I could care less. If my heart is torn open, then take me as I am. So take my hand and spin me around. I’ve already seen the world in colours; I’d like to see it again.
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Amazing. Good job:) Seriously I felt the honesty there, I know exactly what you mean.