If you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
And the rocks continue the landslide
even after there's no more noise
Standing alone atop a tower of indecision
Creates a shroud you can't stop spinnin'
Its cover recalls the youthful warmth
Better than standing where cold light is dimmin'
But if you choose not to decide
You still have made a choice
Near the end of the rope of time
Right or wrong, the world rejoice
For those things inevitable
Always come true
And what cannot be stopped
Will always happen
And in a way beyond my grasp
There's a bit of comfort in that
I never felt so far
as I did last night
I was up there high
and you were jumping down
my heart crumbled
littered the night sky
I didn't even have myself
I never felt so far
I fully agree that suspenders should make a comeback. However, I do understand why they left. Think practically. Suspenders are waaay less convenient than belts and in the modern world, you need every second you can get to MAKE MORE MONEY. The hassle of choosing a suspender that will match your tie, putting on said suspender, and reattaching them every time you use the bathroom takes at least 4.3 seconds from your money-making grind.
All that being said the answer to the lack of suspenders is belt loops. Remove them and force everyone to suspend their slacks
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I Put a Spell on You
When you love someone, the things that hurt, hurt so bad. We all know what it's like to love someone who isn't good for you. But loving someone without boundaries allows them to hurt you without consequences. It has a lot to do with how much you love yourself, too. We're not really attracted to the toxicity, but the intoxicating feeling of loving and being loved.
Sinking Ship (I love the ocean btw)
Last night I literally dreamt I was on a sinking ship.
After nearly missing the bus to make it to a doctor's appointment (I was feeling sick, a sore throat or something), I found myself aboard a cruise ship-sized boat. Suddenly it starts storming, a torrential downpour. The cabins start flooding to the point where if people didn't get out immediately, they would drown. I witnessed two people trying to get out but drowning before they had the chance. My dad told me we were on a part of the ship that wouldn't flood and would be safe from the storm. Naturally, I was still terrified.
Next, we started watching a challenge-based show akin to Squid Game where if you don't successfully complete the challenges you would die. Except, it was a fast timer with a maze of rooms to go through and organize. It was simple organization, putting the same color balls in their proper bins and such but it seemed to have some inexplicable rules. Then we were in the show. Everyone acted like it was normal. Naturally, I was terrified. And there was no prize either. It was just stress or death.
I should mention I had another dream the other night where everyone I'd ever cared about even a little was on a slightly smaller boat. It was the worst storm I'd ever seen and the waves were so rough. I seemed to always be ten steps behind my boyfriend, who I was trying to make sure was okay. That dream was more pleasant though because we all took shelter and started playing games underneath the canopy.
Feel free to interpret :)
Don't you know
it doesn't always come out clean?
When I feel low
sometimes I accidentally scream.
I'm owed some time to ride the wave
and for you to understand
that today I didn't feel like rhyming.
I didn't feel like having feeling
in my fingers and toes or the tingle in my face
when the anger starts to bubble and puts you in your place,
but it's not what I mean to say
and you should know that
because you know it's not
the no mess "I feel" statement coming out of my mouth.
It's the tangled convoluted shout I wailed aloud
across the room, but I think
I deserve a mistake without
upsetting someone I never meant to hurt.
I deserve sympathy without
judgment for my selfish thoughts
when I tell you what I won't tell reality.
I know my words have no validity
I still wonder if my feelings do
I still wonder about the difference between deserving and desire
I still wonder about you
Do I want what I deserve or deserve what I want?
The nights are the hardest part
sentimental and full of
lost card games, two dollars
a man if you can call it that
it, him, a stranger you can hardly recognize
a pair of eyes you could never really see into
I thought I knew how to love
I'll try harder than he did
I try harder than he does
So what was the point of all this?
Humans are flawed
Life isn't easy
It wasn't someone you had to let in
He was there and now
The days can go by in the blink of an eye
But the four hours
before you sleep
when all the work is done
you can't help but weep
it erupts when there is no sun
and no matter what it is
the nights are the hardest part
The world aflame now
purple bursts through bursting green
the pink grin of flow'rs
Still my home more a hotel
but with you my heart does swell
Spiraling in a spiral
So windy not even God
Can see the end and it keeps
Going and going until
You reach a dead end and you have to turn around
But at this mark you’re so turned around
You can’t tell the ceiling from the ground
And the ground seems like a nice place to be
Because being is as inevitable as dying
But being just means spiraling
Not spiraling but bottling
Bottling and exploding
Exploding nothing because the bottle forgot what was inside
It’s been sitting there for so long
You can’t tell why, but you’re crying
Crying so hard and heaving
Not heaving but hurting, definitely hurting
And your eyes get all messed
And you try to block the sound
But you can’t tell the ceiling from the ground
And since they’re the same
At this point you’re already flying
So why not get some wings to reach the heavens
To touch the sun to touch the rain before it forms
The bottle before it gets shaken
The muscles before they ache
The heart before it breaks
Yourself before you’re taken
Just to sleep before you’re so exhausted that you can’t
To not climb but live atop the mound
And to tell the ceiling from the ground