Iron & Wine

Love is a dress that you made
long to hide your knees
love to say this to your face,
'I'll love you only'
for your days and excitement,
what will you keep for to wear?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?

Love and some verses you hear
say what you can't say
love to say this in your ear,
'I'll love you that way'
from your changing contentment,
what will you choose for to share?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?

#25

It's been a while now, I've been doing pretty much the same. I went on a trip to find myself, both physically and mentally. Detached for a couple of weeks from those I know and blending myself in a circle of new people. Like always, it was awkward for me. It felt awkward to be accepted(it's not like I'm that isolated by the way). I don't know, maybe for all I know since I was small, people come and go. Never get to know anyone that close. Enough about that shit. I got myself quite useful experiences while I was there. How shitty I manage my own time, how shitty other people manage their own. I realized, more or less, that we are all bunch of screwed up people.

Pathetic.

Still, I took some things for granted, some opportunities for granted. It was stupid. I was supposed to build myself better, do shits I never did. But fortunately pathetically, at least I have the idea of doing those things. Time will soon come when I commit myself to do something for people, and me.

Changing myself for the better.