ilikeyoureyes
there is too many times when the wake of everything in life seems to look so rough and rigid I don't have time to see things clearly. I walk through this life, wandering, wishing, hoping someone somewhere will pave my path so i don't have to feel so indecisive, so that someone can hold my hand. I wish it was easier but that's what makes it a journey right? Lets wake up and let it be another day.
I feel anxiety run over me with these red blotches that appear they look like fire and feel the way the feathery grass looks in those photographs hanging above your bed frame as I lie awake at 4 am staring at the clock knowing that in a few hours you will wake up and place your feet on the carpet your aunt loves so much and pull your scrubs over your head and leave me for work where a million things will run through your head and i hope I am one of those things.