Doors make reality seem a bit less real, except for realist who run from feelings because fact is feelings don’t exist .There are just a working in your mind to freeze you temporally in time like photographs, but photographs won’t stop the time that must pass like bodies decaying to fertilize the grass no one remembers but they embrace.See cause even in a puddle of water you can catch a glimpse of your face misplaced or misguided the past isn’t for rewriting or hiding.Feelings from run who realist for except, real less bit a seem reality make doors…

Reality makes doors with imaginary keys and hearts make homes with imaginary lease so whats real? And children fight wars with imaginary beast so whose killed? Imagination trumped by fiction which turns to lies for infinite wisdom which no one holds so what’s the difference?

One Way Train…

At 2am it began to rain so I packed my bags full of all my shame

They said there’s a new lease on life so I signed my name blurred

Eyes with enlarged veins yeah I packed my bags full of all my shame

Went to that station holding all my rage wrote down my fears then

Threw away the page got back that key to what was once my cage nose

Running wet remembering that phase so I left that station leaving all my rage

Got my ticket that read for the unseen misfits who never did shit closed my eyelids

So my ears could listen got the classifieds saw my soul was listed like I’d been enlisted

Not to make a difference just to be there vision looked up at the sky to plead for

Forgiveness for admittance for remembrance of who I am Who I could have been

Then the train stopped… 

Days with warm nights I wonder if the sun refuses to shine would the thunder scare you baby? Don’t be decieved lifes still as sweet as autum rain and God will always hold you I will never be to far im your permanent shoulder. If the sun refuses to shine dont let it steal your laughter remember the rain bow comes after…

(Source: motherofbc, via myninjababy)