The belief that I was over all of these feelings, all these emotions, turned out to be wrong. In a flash, just seeing your face brought everything back. I remember the complements, the ones you paid me. I remember the phone calls and times spent together. I remember the rage, and your confusion, your emotional immaturity. You never knew what you wanted. I hope you never find out. You deserve a life alone. It's just like you to be quick with your words, saying what you feel, never thinking of the consequences. Every signal you sent said ‘take me now’, but when I tried to pursue, you assured me I had gotten the wrong message... or maybe it was just a message that you didn't quite get across right. It wasn't even about f***ing, it could've been more. I wanted more. Those are the kinds of signals you sent. I could call you any time, we could go for something to eat whenever, you wanted to spend time with me, you missed me.
After seeing you again, I wonder if you remember anything you've said to me. I wonder if you still miss me. I wanna know if you know how angry you make me, how our whole ‘situation’ stays with me, and how I wish I done things when I could've.
I regret nothing... just you, and you.
Edited: 20:56, on 26/10/2012
EX/TC can be cruel sometimes.
Friday, 26 October 2012
Sunday, 14 October 2012
Portico Quartet - Steepless (Kaytranada Remix)
Acting like this actually ain't the shit...
4mins of EX/TC
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Friday, 12 October 2012
Tonight...
When the air is new, and crisp. Where you walk on pavements tinted in a golden glow.
The cars that pass are few and far between.
The simplicity of the night allows for reflection. It grants us the time and space to think.
Tonight, more than any other night in a while, I feel alive.
As the moon watches over me, I am rejuvenated, with a strengthened belief of ones self.
I'm in control.
I'm always in control.
We are the architects of our own destinies. Deciding for and against elements of our infantile future.
Dreamers, realists, optimists, pessimists, each word spoken sets us upon an unwritten path.
The quill has ink, the dawn is approaching.
What will you write?
Monday, 8 October 2012
Sunday, 23 September 2012
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.
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.
Wednesday, 19 September 2012
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.
You would want it all. When at that point, you would fight for what it 'could' be.
The future is everything.
Everything, EX/TC.
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
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.
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Saturday, 25 August 2012
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