you know those dreams and desires one has when they're exhausted? like when you sit at the computer and convince yourself the you could sing a song only done on Broadway? or you pucker up enough courage to talk to the one person., but as soon as you wake up the next day all that courage is gone?
what would the world be like if everyone lived their life with the same courage that i have only at 11 o'clock at night?
About Me
- Emily
- I am unwritten, can't read my mind I'm undefined. I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned. Staring at the blank page before you. Open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. Reaching for something in the distance. So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you Only you can let it in No one else, no one else Can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken Live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way
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