You always seem to sneak up to the front of my subconscious.
The way you smile,
the way you laugh,
the way you seem to be carefree,
it all creeps up on me until I'm drowning in you.

It's sad though.
It's sad because while thinking of you,
your thinking of someone else.

Someone who is perfect like you.

If I were perfect would you love me?

If my waist was pencil thin would you spare me a glance?
If my hair was long, and flowing would I have a chance?
If I could look like an angel with no make up at all,
would you catch me when I fall.

Sadly I know that you won't.
You like perfect girls.

I'm far from perfect,
we both know that.

c.r.k.

I used to imagine myself standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower,
or exploring whats undiscovered under the sea.

Teaching children with words of wisdom,
or singing to a crowd who adores me.

Taking a road trip across country,
or soaring through space alongside the stars.

Instead I have no dreams, but the ones that are yet to come true.

I tried so hard to stand out,

But it wasn't enough.

Our perspective's are so different,

yet we are the same.

January 21, 2014.

One day this will just be another date.
And 2014 will just be another year on a long timeline.

And the music we thought was cool; will be old.
And the music before today's generation; will be ancient.
And the generations before that; will be unheard of.

All the movies we thought were amazing, will be nothing but *"classics" to them.
All the books that Hemingway and Jane Austen wrote will cause them to have to think about where they've heard those names before.

Time is not manipulative.
You can not pause it.
You can not rewind it, nor fast forward it.

Yet, you can live in it.

So, live for now, not then.

c.r.k.