No More Heroes.

Trying to organise my thoughts, and feelings, into words that are meaningful, and coherent, is proving to be challenge.

There's so much I want to say; I want to describe what's going on in my heart and mind, but my ability to do so is null.

Maybe it's just my ‘emotional immaturity’, as someone insignificant from my past had once branded it.

Everything I was sure about, I'm suddenly less sure. Everything I thought was real and true, now feels like it could be a casual lie.

I just need some reassurance, a reminder of what is good, simply just to quell my insecurities and doubts.

Does that make sense?

I need saving from myself.

Everything, Tomorrow.

There's a moment of realisation, that occurs on the cusp of greatness.

Where it dawns on you, that things can be made into much more than just potential.

When you have a clear belief in what the future has in store, and what tomorrow's successes will entail.

You would want it all. When at that point, you would fight for what it 'could' be.

The future is everything.

Everything, EX/TC.

DropxLife - 12x12.

Everything, EX/TC.

The Mind of Truth...

No lies can survive in the mind of truth.

The perception/deception, the way you can't cheat yourself.
It's all false, well, you hope it is.
You need it to be, for the sake of your own sanity.
I urge you however, to reconsider this reality.
This man-made, ill-constructed plain, where we would still feel required to ask ‘What is freedom?’
What kind of reality is that?
How is that ‘real’? Who said it was?

No lies can survive in the mind of truth.

The cracked mirrors reflect back a distorted figure of one's ‘self’.
The real you? Not quite.
The you that your eyes see...
The you you never wanted to be.
The you that reminds you of me.
The denial, underpins the passive-aggression and the hatred, the fear and the anguish.
You don't want to admit who you are... You've buried that deep within.
But I'm there, still, under your skin.

No lies can survive in the mind of truth.

Howl...

Florence + The Machine