Shyness is nice and Shyness can stop you From doing all the things in life You’d like to So, if there’s something you’d like to try If there’s something you’d like to try Ask me I wont say no, how could I?
“I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times but just didn’t remember because the transitions from life to death and back are so ghostly easy, a magical action for naught, like falling asleep and waking up again a million times, the utter casualness and deep ignorance of it.”—Jack Kerouac- On the Road (via romancandlesx)
I said, “tell me everything that you’ve learned this year.” She couldn’t say it. I didn’t want to admit it then, because we both knew it would transcend the individual years. We’re holding hands like a loose knot. I won’t untie it. We’ll just wait for it to come undone. And then, I guess, we would be done.
Oh, but then there’s that kiss that I hit with my fists. She tells me she loves me, and I know it exists. I must be wrong. I must be wrong.
She’s got a job and she’s working hard. She wakes up early, I’m waking up early too. We talk, but only in black board and white chalk. I’d really like to erase. The city’s looking a little dim. It’s gonna catch her. It’s gonna swallow her in, and then, I’ll reach my arms but she won’t take them.
How can we survive? Because I’ve kissed those lips, and I’ve told her I loved her, because that’s what I meant. But something’s gone wrong. Something’s gone wrong. I know there’s a voice, that’s pulling her in. So I damn the future. But who will listen? The feeling is wrong. It’s feeling so wrong.
So how can she expect me to believe, the future isn’t here just to watch me bleed -to steal my soul and take my sleep?
She’s coming home to get lost in the woods. I know she wants me, to follow after her. I would, but what if I stay lost for good?
Then where’s that hope, I’ve been looking for? She’s made it through, but I still want more. Something is wrong. Something is wrong.