11-14-16
Let's break this habit we call reality,
Float through the droplets of inspiration I shake off
(In my head, it's never a bad time to create,
That's probably why sleep leaves bitter tastes on my tongue
And the world seems gray without this),
Let's fly through the streets,
Like the birds do.
You can rebuild my skeleton so I'm weightless,
And I'll carve you wings
From the heights,
From the tops of the buildings,
Where we stand with the clouds,
and the wind is picking up.
Your eyes are shaded,
Broken,
But electric,
As if your emotions never have been separated,
They've never been that easy,
And the things inside your head
Hold an abundance of font on a computer screen.
I see the way your eyes scan it all,
Just like you'll never see it again-
I suppose that's how you live,
Like you won't see it again,
You're built on appreciation,
Love for what isn't loved easily,
I see that you only wish somebody could feel that, too.
They've drained your light,
But you're still fighting,
You're still flickering like you're fluorescent.
The stars dazzle you more than the dollars,
and the diamonds sparkle,
A reflection from down below.
You're trapped somewhere dark,
But you fight it on your own,
and you make the best of that,
You make a home from it,
And you work under all conditions.
You're careful with your words,
Like somebody taught you they shouldn't be mistreated.
You're watchful,
and you stand strong on your own feet,
You don't hide under those thick lashes,
Let them see what they see,
Let them find what they find,
You don't have to prove it to any of them.
You exist freely within yourself,
Drifting through dubstep beats
And forms of nonexistence.
You catch the light like a prism,
and you look pretty dead these days,
But you're something different from all of these bodies.
You live for the experience,
and you take advantage of all of its potential.
You live life to the fullest,
and you're reckless with it.
You don't ask for much,
But you want the world,
Because you tell yourself it's yours,
And this dream you've got is hooked around
Your collarbones,
And steps with you through anything,
And maybe you fuck a lot of things up,
but this, this was your miracle.
You love unconditionally but reserve yourself,
You're not easy to figure out,
You're not easy to tame,
and you're not easy to handle,
But the only things in your life that matter
Haven't been easy,
And perhaps you learned from that.
You talk to the world,
Nature
Is your soulmate,
I know you stay up late just to talk to the stars,
You live and love and love and love and you're full of the shit,
so full, you can't let go of it,
And that doesn't have to be  a bad thing.
You make your own escape,
So reality is a little easier,
Because you're walking through halls
But you're tripping on bass,
And they should notice the change in your eyes,
When the orange towards the middle
Turns to fire.
You're headstrong, determined,
You're sure of yourself,
and you're so ready to fight.
Emotion becomes the source of your ways of survival,
And you study all of this art.
You don't waste seconds,
Because you're good at math to some extent,
and you know how this all adds up,
You run calculations through your head.
Now we're really flying,
Reality isn't even real,
We've stepped off the last stair,
And we're in a new world,
Where the colors start to mix,
and you breathe the galaxy
As the glow from screens
Are the signs of life,
We've created a wasteland of a city,
but we're in love with it.
Our stories are written in white chalk on pavement,
And the sky is our canvas,
But the skyscrapers are going through the atmosphere.
We're so much higher,
And the air is getting thinner,
But this blood is still the same,
And it's made of what we know.
There's so much to take in,
But more than anything,
Everything is alive,
and it's got a purpose.
It all breathes and moves and creates and coexists.
This is the place they don't step into,
But only if they could,
Because it's breathtaking.
But I open my eyes,
And the news is on, the sound coming from the other side of the wall behind me,
A blender is on,
But this space,
This bedroom with the gray paint
and walls with lyrics,
This place is a holding space for the city in my head,
No light on except for the black light,
And I'm swimming in a hoodie,
But the things inside my head are so much better than this,
Yet somehow it enhances reality,
Better than any drug.
I've been talking to myself here,
But if that's what I gotta do, so be it.

My mind is tired and my body is, too,
If only sleep were as desirable as you,
I'll fall in love with this feeling,
This art I pursue,
Someday, I swear to god,
I'll shake the ground with what I do.
- (m.m)

At the end of the day, this is all that matters. This right here. It's inside of myself, yet somehow you belive in it. At the end of the day, they can all walk out, but I know what real is, and that's right here. We're gonna make it, we'll keep believing till we get there. I've found out if you're shooting for the stars, you're not limited in the number of arrows you get, but the accuracy is something you build up yourself. And you get yourself wherever you go, make sure you want to see where that is. This is all motivation, no matter the downfall. It's there to strengthen you. Sometimes it needs to get a certain level of bad or desperate for you to wake up a little bit. Love you 💙