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Feb 18, 2013

Past, Present, Future.

It’s possible to be in all three at the same time.

However, it’s not as tangible as people would like it to be. The power to go back in time or to go forward is in our minds.

thinking about memories and reliving them in your head, that’s going back in time.

seeing yourself doing whatever you want in the future, that’s going forward in time.

and all this happens in the present time.

People will say that it’s not real or that that is not what time travel is, but maybe it’s just not what one expects it to be.

Jul 12, 2012 / 9 notes

Front Porch Step, a musician with powerful words that are so real that they touched my heart and his lyrics relate and reach out to me.

i love to sleep cause i pretend that im dead, but i hate waking up cause its
hard to forget that ive lost all control of this life that ive held so dear.
and i wait for the bus but im not on the bench, im just spread across the ground
making friends with cement, and hoping that the bus wont miss me when it comes my way

well i made a view jokes but they said they werent funny
and i tried to force a smile but they said it was ugly
and i tried to make a friend but no one was a friend to me.

i poured my heart to a girl and it went on the floor
and i asked what she wanted and she said she wanted more
i tried to find a lover, all i got was an enemy.

i stand in front of the mirror and look at my self. i dont make a sound but my eyes scream out help
and i start to struggle to hold my self back, from thrusting my head straight through the fucking glass
and im tired of falling for girls that dont care, and breaking my back to try to make them aware
that im more than depressed and their time wont be wasted but i am just a broken boy 
that no one wants to play with

now im lost in this whole and im sure i am stuck and i cant run away cause i’m lazy as fuck
so i sit on the floor as i gather my thoughts and their full of broken promises that only piss me off
i lost control when i was only a boy, the world taught me angst, when i deserved joy
now im breaking down as i struggle to breathe, cause i believe in a god who wont believe in me.

Are they real?
Mar 13, 2012 / 18 notes

Are they real?