I know that you think I’m kind of odd, but if your love was a mountain, I swear that I’d climb to the top. I’d tell you you’re lovely and everything I’ll ever need, and I’d give you my all if you’d just come and stand next to me. [x]
now i’m lost in this hole and i’m sure i am stuck
and i can’t run away ‘cause i’m lazy as fuck.
so i sit on the floor as i gather my thoughts
and they’re full of broken promises that only piss me off.
well i lost control when i was only a boy,
the world taught me angst when i deserved joy.
now i’m breaking down as i struggle to breathe,
'cause i believe in a god who won’t believe in me.
i’d rather choke than to breath in your absence.
i’d rather feel your wrath than feel another’s passion.
i’d rather die on the day that i give you a kiss,
than spend the rest of my life knowing i never did.
Private Fears in Public Places // Front Porch Step
When you recognize that there is a voice in your head that pretends to be you and never stops speaking, you are awakening out of your unconscious identification with the stream of thinking. When you notice that voice, you realize that who you are is not the voice — the thinker — but the one who is aware of it.