A Blue Bouquet

When we get ahead of ourselves, can we ever stay calm and relax the mind even if the body's going at such a speed we can't recoup? * I feel like I've been on over drive lately, or more correctly, just living once more. It was only small but monumental for those few, it's that connection we all hold out for, and just as we seen, it's not gone. A family is what I call you, yet I know it's the same. Battered souls is something we are not, yet this time taken has ultimately pushed me so far past the boundaries I would hold up so high. It's about time my reality got a rude awaking and spun back the power that was once taken from my fragile hands. * Simple tears run down you face while you sit back and think, that water filled bathtub won't wash away your sins child, step out of misery for once you stand you'll be dry.

Can we really put our hands up and say who's there? Can we really capture all of life's little moments with those few and truly remember? Can we stand up for those who stand next to us? Simple questions but so few have the answers. * You once said we need each other, in many respects we do but when does it become more then what we need and less of what were accustom too. I've noticed in my hour of need who's there, regardless of the simple steps taken to deliver such an example, but it's truly opened my eyes to the people around and the cracks I must repair, the distance that stands between us shouldn't be a reminder of the differences we have. * To those few, it said to get out of those cubic walls, see life at a different angle and soak up all the inspiration you can get - for better want of words. This had been needed more then you know, not a escaping door way but an entrance into the start of the end, for the most part. Rest up those legs brave...

They say its your life, that we choose the decisions that really impact our reality and shape it to what its become, but if some day, we seen everything with cleared vision and regret what's become of our blossomed present, can we really rewind and capture all that we've lost from our forgetful past? * I've stayed firmly placed on the ground, I haven't let me head swell with an anxious tendency, I haven't packed up everything and ran away nor have I sat alone and cried. Its been a rude awaking of what my reality is and I wouldn't change it for the world. I've seen it fall apart once before, in many shapes and forms its all collapsed, from nothing I built it back up to see it all go ablaze in a thick smoke, but not this time. There's something that binds us as people, its not as thick as blood but not as diluted as water, its that connection we have regardless of the time spent, its just as special to each who hold it inside. Sim...

It shapes the course of your life, clouds your mind in doubt and can without knowing it, cause such a ripple effect it can be heard and felt miles from where you stand. Yes the decisions on which you paint your life do change the course and the dynamic in which you see reality, but also those around you. * Lately I've noticed my eye sight shift towards the past. What was once something so daunting and for me, mindlessly boring is something I'm now considering only brought on by the facts my friend has told me. Have we noticed the years slip threw our hands, noticed that time has gone by so quick and yet still nothing major has changed. I've learnt all that I can awaiting life's destiny, but when does it become my time to a achieve something I never thought I would? Silly facts go by with the wind, tales of glory and tales demise brush of my cheek, but when the rain falls upon my head I'm still the same. I can right my wrongs, but I've learnt from them...