sunshine

I wrote this today. I don't really show it lately, but things inside have been very difficult to extinguish. This has been pretty cathartic to write and maybe can be the same to read. I wrote this in the perspective of my mother.

Sunshine:
he once was a little boy
he once could give it all
he could run for days, for you
he felt a hundred feet tall

but its an inevitable evolution
losing your ability to love and treat right
is it just: this retribution?
no one deserves the punch that was never in sight

this mountain of a world will slap that sun right off your face
and leave you in shadows with the rest of them
but you can climb, baby, i gave you them legs for a reason
yes, you can climb and one day you'll find that sun again

how can someone be so heartless?
he sat lonely day after day
he only gave his love and sincerity
but what Confucius say dont keep confusion at bay

no its not your fault, little one
the age of consent is just an illusion
wisdom is sparse to none
the solution, sunshine, is absolution

this mountain of a world will slap that sun right off your face
and leave you in shadows with the rest of them
but you can climb, baby, i gave you them legs for a reason
yes, you can climb and one day you'll find that sun again

solipsistic.
isnt it sick,
drawing lines with a stick?
her love was a trick.

but youre my little buddha
you'll always be mine
listen to me, i've climbed that mountain
and now, you're my sunshine

pictures

Pictures:
loneliness was the last friend i had
but i was a selfish friend
now, i walk around with pictures
i sleep around with photographs

they tell themselves they need to be like her
she tells herself she needs to be like them

we never stop running until we see where we've always been
we never stop winning until there's nothing left to lose

were just pictures
dried up of substance
glorified pictures
walking in circles

they believe they can love
isnt it funny
they believe they can love
isnt it sad
when we love to lose our minds
when we love to lose our bodies

when the last signs of beauty you once possessed
were lost in the flashing lights of your success

were just pictures
dried up of substance
glorified fucking pictures
walking in circles

but theyre 2-D you's and me's
i guess it could've been romantic
but everyone started hugging trees
sometimes i wish i never learned how to think free

prologue

We're all emotional people and we all have things on our minds. I'm using this as an outlet for the things in my mind to come out. I know not many will read these things, but whoever wants to listen will be able to.

Enjoy.