Meat Eating Orchids Hello, how are you? Welcome to the land of the lonely. So have a seat & shut up while we tell you how to live & what to believe in through the media. Freedom? Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, we'll break your spirit & mind whenever your feel the need to soar. Your own opinion? HA! You'll say what we tell you to say. No, you will not always be happy but you will not show your emotions for showing ones emotions is a sign of weakness. Congratulations, you are now ready for #life.

Sunday Nights I'll lay down my dirty head & strum along, then close my eyes & feel the song. I'll breathe it in, get lost in time. Don't worry mom I'm doing fine. I'll sing to skies & pretend I know but all in all this is all just a show. Sometimes I'll sit in the dark not understanding why & then I remember I never wanted to fly. My fingers began to bleed as I stare into the fire, maybe all this time I was just a young liar.

Wasting Spaces Let's sing to the trees, imitating the sounds of the wind. Forget about opinions & judgement. She brought you to your knees, hoping your problems would unwind. & it makes me wonder where is my mind? Trying to rearrange your thoughts to make you seem sane, it doesn't work 'cause deep inside you know we're all the same. Let's sing to the trees, let's fly to the sky 'cause honey I'm eight miles high & won't be coming down. We'll walk through the fields, reminiscing the golden years when we would fly to the great gig in the sky. ~ inspired by: Bob Dylan, Janis Joplin, Pink Floyd, the Beatles, & the Byrds c:

About A Girl She walked to the river & back when she realized she wanted to be fly. No longer was she a prisoner of subjection. Blackly, she stared at the#moonwaiting for someone to tell her which way's which. All along the river, she danced to the sounds in her mind, the voices in her head telling her burn out. With her eyes closed she lie upon the sand, wind beating down on her face. Maybe one day she'll realize she doesn't have to run away to forget.