sometimes I forgot that like the weather we can change,
but like a waking limb it might hurt before it gets better
so walk it off and look forward to the coming times
we are young and we eager for more
If you don’t get this I’m judging you
Are you able to identify these Game of Thrones characters in this minimalist piece by Betteo?
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It’s my dreams that I need to understand
They’re pushing on my mind day after day
Where James Dean is a space cowboy,
Her faceless figure is tattooed with beautiful stories,
We’re riding lightning from one world to the next,
And I’m with my friends and we’re all old and happy.
Are our former selves still alive
Or have we abandoned what made us who we are?
Are we still telling the same story
Or were those teen angst so bad that they had to die?
I’m learning ever day to be the better man;
To control myself and not let slip what I want to be.
I’m more skilled with the pen and paper
And I’m stronger by the weight that I can carry.
But what does that mean
If I can’t share it with someone who understands?
If I can build it, then I can destroy,
But why did I create my own personal hell?
There’s no messages here, no pleading or remorse
I just wanted someone to know that I might be doing well.