When you give up your dream, you die.

minutes turn to hours

hours turn to days

days to months

months to years

Years that i have let my dreams slip through my fingers. Remember when we were young? and everything was possible. everything was gunna happen. We were going to conquer the world. Unfortunately, The older you get the bigger the world gets.

Its been an adventurous slip mind you. Its brought me to some interesting places. You see i'm not exactly the type to get homesick. I like to feel that turn over in my stomach, i like to feel the drop before i jump. Im ready for the wrong turn. its the stay that gets me.

Humans like it the way they have it. We dont want change. So if you can move yourself past the comfortable little niche you've created, let all your useless possessions go and get on with your sorry self, do so. I forget how useless my presence is here. I forget how short life is. I forget that if im not living and doing what i want today, and not tomorrow, I'm just wasting fucking time.

Once upon a time nobody gave a fuck...

I drive down a road made of water. Thick sheets of warm rain fall from above. I think to myself, nobody would believe this shit. Huge trees with multiple trunks hang, steaming in the tropical storm. Its branches sag over the water way, weeping into it. Large white birds expand their massive wings and take cover at the sound of the storm. I stand on the atlantic shore looking out into the sea. Im looking for an answer i doubt she will have for me. gust's of wind knock me backward, black clouds hang above, turning the sea into an angry grey. surfers run from their cars into the angry water, it swallows them, throws them, but this is all they know. this is surfing in Florida. hundreds of short choppy walls rise and break quickly on top of one another. i drop to my knees letting the coarse white sand run through my fingers. I try to see myself being here, living here, loving it, but i cant. I dig deep for a reason to stay, i want to stay. but all i've found was a deep sadness i've never felt. i guess its one of those things in life you'll never be able to explain. one of those epic life changing events you wish you could bottle up and take home. take home and show all the people close to you. But they'll never get it. No one will ever get it. So your stuck, alone and miserable in your silence.

Im stuck alone with coarse grains of sand, weeping willows, angry seas, and nothing but a salty taste left on my tongue.