people suck

i like to believe in the power of change
i like to believe that people are essentially good
I like to believe that there is no constant in life

am i too idealistic?
is it wrong to believe in good?
i grow weary of conflict
even though such is the way of life

death trap

you know i dream of you
i dream of smoking

those things that i have put away
because they became more pain than they were worth

and yet i love
maybe just the thought of them

the romantic notion of danger
and self-destruction

which is always lingering
in the back of my mind

i am still trying to find
the path to my essence

that elusive notion
of what i want to be

because something must be
better than this

floaties

waves
always waves
and within the crash
there is no memory
only the noise
the deafening
noise
which distracts
and envelops
and disguises the fact
that it's

just

a

wave

and there will
be many
more
but
it's hard to tell
when you can see
nothing
but the foam
and hear nothing
but the crash
so i always try
to keep it in my memory
that this is
just an ocean
just a wave
which will
come
and
go
whether i'm here
or
not
it still will be
my wave
your wave
ebb
flow
crash
retreat
build
crash
retreat
build


learn

to

swim