some nights the room gets crowded even when you’re alone.
some nights the room gets crowded even when you’re alone.
Billions of years of earth below, fire above, and we are just a blur
the sun shows up every day and still nobody claps
if money disappeared tomorrow
a lot of personalities would too
history repeats because people don’t like silence long enough to learn from it
i don’t know if i believe in destiny.
but every time i stop moving, shit gets dark fast.
i wish i could turn my brain off
just for a day
i don’t trust people who never question themselves
some days i feel ahead
some days i feel like i forgot something important
anyone else feel like they’re living in between chapters right now
i think discipline saved me
even though i fought it the whole way
i don’t trust people who always know how they feel
that seems fake to me
i’m not chasing anything.
i just don’t know how to stop moving.
in the eye of the riptide, in the heart of the storm