I'm ready to die as much as I'm ready to live
Because I'll trust in my memories
I've found that inner peace in so many moments
Particularly yesterday when the sun shone down upon me
In the soft snores of the other passengers in this car
And the hammering music that may be uplifting or sentimental
Oh, how I thought about what a time to be young in face and heart
That I could share such a thing with my dad or my peers
Remind me of someone, but it'll never be the same.
If life is the universe experiencing itself then appreciation
And the admiration is all I should give. Isn't it so good.
Isn't it so good to find peace in all this appreciation?
If born with talent or easily cultivated skill, why should anyone deny you showing it.
Because I want to be there to admire it, I want to be the people looking up and seeing the world we'll build.
I love what you love, I love that you love and there's always good for it.
a capability in emotion and if it's to share, I'll accept it.
I'm an admirer and it's such a good thing to be here.
a/n: I think it's about jealousy, why not love that things come so easily to people? isn't that want we want at the end of day? isn't that what we should want? I think we should all practice admiration safely though. I think I'm going to live by that because I find that appreciation has always been the basis of why I can live so freely. When you stand in a field and inhale perfectly tandem with the coming wind, I find that simulated feeling anywhere else all because of appreciation.
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PoetryTW' trauma dumping read this in an accent, thank you. Yes, all thoughts are authentic but never original. This kills me, so I search. It would kill me less if all authenticity didn't claim healing is a forgetting through the passage of time. That t...
