Thursday, November 5, 2009

Wings of the Butterfly

I want to shut my ears to all the voices, except for one, the voice of insanity, because to me, right now, sanity doesn't make any kinda sense.

I trace the white spots splattered on the plain blue background. They can be horses,hearts,dragons,lovers, but at the end they are all clouds. I want to know how they feel, i always imagined them like cotton candy, perhaps because they look alike.

I wanna decode the mystery of me, I always wanted to do so, but whenever I try, I find myself drowning in an ocean with no bottom, and every time I think I found a shore, I sink even more. Isn't that ironic, with your eyes you can see everybody, but it takes another pair of eyes to see you.

How I wish to see myself! I want to have a third invisible eye maybe. Not just that, I want to be a mind-reader, but I can't, I know I can't. These are not the only things I'll never be able to do, there's another dozen.

For one day I want to be under somebody's skin, see the world through his eyes, hear it through his ears, and feel it through his heart. Will it be the same? Perhaps my vision will be altered, maybe each and every one of us sees different colors, yet we all think we are the same. I guess I'll never know.

When I walk in the street, I pass tens and tens of people by; to me they are just passers by, as I am to them. Beyond all that, they are....... they have, stories of joy and misery, of happiness and pain, like me. I want to learn their stories; I want to see through them.

I want my life to have theme songs that fit every situation. It'll make it feel more like a movie. i want my life to be a movie, but it'll not do it justice. How are fourteen years gonna be shrunk to two hours?!

Oh, now i know what I am. I'm not an ocean. I have hundreds of beautiful, shiny colors spread all over me, but when someone gets closer to touch them, I fly away, nobody must know how fragile I can be. I am the wings of the butterfly.

 Misguided Ghosts by Paramore
i'm going away for a while 
But I'll be back, don't try and follow me 
'cause I'll return as soon as possible 
See I'm trying to find my place 
But it might not be here where I feel safe 
We all learn to make mistakes 

And run 
From them, from them 
With no direction 
We'll run from them, from them 
With no conviction 

Cause I'm just one of those ghosts 
Traveling endlessly 
Don't need no road 
In fact they follow me 
And we just go in circles 

But now I'm told that this is life 
And pain is just a simple compromise 
So we can get what we want out of it 

Would someone care to classify, 
A broken hearts and twisted minds 
So I can find someone to rely on 

And run 
To them, to them 
Full speed ahead 
Oh you are not 
We are just 

Misguided ghosts 
Traveling endlessly 
The ones we trusted the most 
Pushed us far away 
And there's no one road 
And we should not be the same 
But I'm just a ghost 
And still they echo me 

They echo me in circles


  1. How can you write so beautifully? How can you think so beautifully?

  2. Ohhh, so introspective. Have a nice weekend!

  3. Well, I'd like to thank you both and those whoever read my posts and leave a comment, bad was it or good. It is such an encouraging thing to know the opinions of others in your work, and I really appreciate it.

  4. Remarkable in encompasses the constant search of humanity, beautiful.

  5. you write beautifully as well :)
    and btw, this song is my favorite on the album!
    have a great weekend xx

  6. this is really beatiful.
    i think that it is such a lovely thing to want to know other people's stories and understand them.
    it is the most heartbreaking and yet magnificent and joyful and hopeful thing to realize EVERY person has a story.
    whenever i see someone on the street i try to picture them in a fit of laughter, aglow with love, and in sorrowful tears - i think our society has de-humanized us so much we need to start remembering that everyone are people too.
    i think that the more i listen to other people and love them, the more clear my image of myself becomes.

    you have a beautiful soul.