I've Tried. It Hurts

I've Tried. It Hurts

- Sequoia Red

Far Out Of Reach

I hear music. I hear songs and I make up music, lacking access to any instrument or the ability to read music only feel it. I sing songs that touch me, like Temporal’s Fall Silently.

I see myself in my mind flowing through the movements, but I cannot duplicate the daydream.

I feel as though I am meant to dance in an empty studio and sing at the top of my lungs while standing in a field. Why do I have a yearning for things that are so far out of my reach?

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It’s all messy: The hair. The bed. The words. The heart. Life…

William Leal (via toxicacidshots)

In the Negative

"I wasn't always like this... I didn't always lash out. I didn't fear pain. I never feared the unknown. I never feared my love for you I never hated you. I didn't feel like I was wronged. But you make me wrong, as if I shouldn't be here. as if I was made incorrectly, with mistakes that are undoubtedly repulsive."

Notes:*..hmmm this is unfinished. But I thought I'd share with you wonderful people. It's going to be lyrics I think. Keep hearing songs in my head these days.

I think of telephone conversations with people I used to admire and yearn to speak to, only to discover they bring me nothing but pain as they only know how to love everyone else, except for me.

Sequoia Red - – taken from I’ve Tried. It Hurts