and so she bloomed into a dreamer

she extended her arms to the sky,
her head lulled back,
and her cheeks drank in the sun
and the clouds
and what would become the stars,

the world is a canvas.. a playground if you will,
so grab your crayons and paintbrushes and color the city streets
with bliss
with stupidity
with clumsy intentions,

dance around barefoot with a smile above your chin and tears underneath your eyes,
allow your body to interpret the music of mind,

she wanted to live like this forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever, plus infinity.
with ups and downs and all arounds,
but mostly ups
up
up
up...

the only problem is...
the higher up she goes,
the more devastating the plummet becomes,

however, one day, after her greatest fall,
she decided... it's worth it.

it always has been, and always will be.

so she extended her arms to the sky,
her head lulled back,
and her cheeks drank in the sun.

.

the conversations we never had,
the secrets i never told you,
the side of me you never met,

it's all surfacing now.

and it's a race against time, but you can't rush what should have been... but never was.

live free, be free

i am not that smart, but i'm done being embaressed about it,
i feel something real for someone, an odd warmth that won't go away,
and he intimidates the hell out of me, but i'm done being embaressed about it,
people murmur bullshit about me, and make up lies to entertain themselves, and overexagerrate occurences in MY life, but i'm done occupying my mind with it,

i am so incredibly young, with so much more to learn and experience and live,
i am naive, and want to see the best in people, but i'm done being embarassed about it,

i don't know what the hell i'm doing most of the time, but i'm done being embaressed about it,
i am self-concious and like it with the lights off, but i'm done being embaressed about it,

i have no idea where i'm going or what i want to do with my life,
i'm insecure,
and i'm a little dumb,
but one thing i'm not... is ashamed.

i can't recall many embaressing stories throughout my short lifetime,
i don't get embaressed too easily,
at least not in the sense you think i'm referring to.

our safety net is made of dollar bills

when the love for money blinds you,
you are done for,
and i feel sorry for you,
infact i pity you,

so here i am,
face to face with a greedy monster,
his name tag reads "hi my name is THE REAL FUCKING WORLD"

and i realize i am a blind man,
with dollar signs in my eyes,
and i am so far gone,
that i am crippled,
and my wheel chair is made of benjamin frankilns,

i say i want to do what makes me happy,
they say money will make me happy,

and i can't argue anymore.

"veni vedi VICI"

I came, and I saw, and then I took it all,
wandered the streets with nothing but 2 euros and a pack of cigarettes,
got lost in my brain,
people looked at my strange,
and i laughed behind my aviators,
because I came, and I saw, and I took it all,
74 days of a blur of monumental living,
a languid variety of encounters, goodbyes, and "finding the meaning of life" moments,
so they got on their knees and prayed for it to never end,
but i shook my head in disbelief,
because I came, and I saw, and I took it all,
and when it was all "over"..
I blew a whimsical kiss to the life I knew I would have someday,
because we came, and we saw, and our greedy little finger couldn't help but take it all.