“Am I the only one I know
waging my wars behind my face & above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I’m alone,
but I know we’ve made it this far, kid.” |-/
Throughout the course of teenagehood [of which I have less than 10 months left… bizarre.], your mental concept of situational proportions play ebb and flow ratio tricks on your heart. The little daytoday problems that you won’t remember when you’re thirty [much less next year] are paramount, hogging all your care so there’s none left for the big stuff: terrors of the world, definitions of justice & concepts of value, questions of existence, a reallyreally good warm slice of pizza… those sorts of things.
“Behind my eyelids are islands of violence…”
you sort of get trapped inside this labyrinth. it’s like, the harder you’re thinking, the tighter it shuts out the relevance. the closer you’re looking, the more you’re missing.
- “Migraine” -Twenty | One | Pilots
- “Demons” -Imagine Dragons
- “Free My Mind” -Katie Herzig
- “Spinning” -Jack’s Mannequin
- “The War Inside” -Switchfoot
- “The Lion, The Beast, The Beat” -Grace Potter & The Nocturnals