mars•barz

Sometimes when I walk back from my late class on Thursday, all I see are the lights. A shadow of me is always casted. There are always 4 or 5 or even 6 if I’m lucky. I remember back in the winter, I saw more than usual, and thought them to be angels. Now, I’m not that religious, and at this point, I’m not sure if it’s my main priority, but I know what I thought. Just knowing that these imaginary, but unrealistic beings were following me made me feel spiritual and in a way beautiful. For lack of better words, it made me feel bigger than I was. Understanding myself has been important to me, and I still feel like I don’t. I surprise myself in what I say and how I think. Without these angels and lights…

ignorance is bliss.

ignorance is bliss.

ignorance is bliss.

I’ve been quiet on here for awhile, and I shouldn’t blame my silence because of work. There has been so much going on in the world, in the dorm, in my life, that it’s hard to put everything into words. If I can’t find the right words to say, you would just hear mruoancuenoiancreiuoacneia and then a scream of agony afterwards.

and that is all…unfortunately.

My shadow’s side so amplified
Keeps coming back to dissatisfied
Elementary son, but it’s soul
My lover fair with everywhere
Was innocent why do you care
Someone stop the car
Time to go
You’re the best I know

My sunny side has up and died
I’m betting now where we (co-lie)
Universal shift into a love
The travesty that we have seen
Are treating you like Benzadrine
Automatic laughter from a (crow)

My what a good day for a, walk outside
I’d like to get to know you a little better baby
God knows that I’ll really try
My what a good day for we take a ride
I’d like to say we did it for the (better of)

I saw you there so unaware
Those hummingbirds all in your hair
Elementary, son, but it’s (soul)
The disrepair of Norma Jean
Could not compare to your routine
(Ballerama) beauty going toe to toe

My what a good day for a, let it slide
I’d like to say we did it for the (better of)

I thought about it and I brought it out
I’m motivated by the lack of doubt
I’m concentrated but I’m not devout
The mother, the father, the daughter

Right on the verge just one more dose
I’m traveling from coast to coast
My theory isn’t perfect but it’s close
I’m almost there why should I care
My heart is hurting when I share
Someone open up, let it show

My what a good day for a, walk outside
I’d like to think we did it for the (better of)

I thought about it and I brought it out
I’m motivated by the lack of doubt
I concentrated but I’m not devout
The Mother, the father, the daughter

Oh you don’t form in the wet sand
You don’t form at all
Woah you don’t form in the wet sand, I do, yeah

You don’t form in the wet sand
You don’t form at all
Woah you don’t form in the wet sand, I do, yeah!

Talking makes everything better.

It has always been the best solution.