No More, No More

Sugar plum fairies dance out of tune

Out of season on the unluckiest day of October

Our dancer struggles and struggles to keep up

On this stage of victors

Striving to just be as good—

He tumbles into the hands of tricksters

 

Insecurities mesh into your vision

You’re tired of seeing the world

Your innocence hits a collision

They’re corrupting your core

But you can’t take it anymore

It’s time to jump out of the cold

 

Our dancer—as fiery as his orange hair

Warms up to the cold

No more struggling

No more tumbling

No more, no more

No more, no more

No more tricking

No more corrupting

No more, no more

No more, no more

But—

 

The insecurities, they still exist

But aren’t doubts and hesitations always housed in our hearts?

We can’t shy away from them

Just as we can’t run away from the truth of ourselves

 

Insecurities mesh into your vision

You’re tired of seeing the world

Your innocence hits a collision

They’re corrupting your core

But you can’t take it anymore

It’s time to jump out of the cold

And create your own choreography

 

Our dancer—as fiery as his orange hair

Warms up to the cold

No more struggling

No more tumbling

No more, no more

No more, no more

No more tricking

No more corrupting

No more, no more

No more, no more

But—

 

The warmth of his dance

That was left up to chance

Continues to burn through our souls

 

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Sleepy Hollow

October is ending soon, only about a week left…my birthday in a few days…Halloween around the corner and I feel discontent about some things.

Honestly, I don’t know what to write, I’m just writing. I want to be heard and answered, but only silence rears its head in my direction. I feel lost, confused, and ignored. Worst of all, my inferiority complex is flaring up again like an acne infection. I don’t know what to do and it’s too early in the morning for this (approx. 3 AM) and I’m stressed.

Perhaps, sleep will help? I’m not sure. Somehow, as I listen to the video in front of me, I feel even more small, more inferior, and more lost on a mental level.

That’s okay, that’s okay…you are okay, but am I okay?

I need some sleep…everything will be fine when I wake up…hopefully.