We are all new age dictators. We have the armies, only slightly more sophisticated. Our heart, minds, and actions are the weapons. And just like those destructive wars, they can hurt or heal. It all depends on what side of the enemy lines you stand on. But what if we're all playing for each other's enemy? And what if we can't even distinguish the enemy anymore?
I swear, the people I surround myself with. We're all connected somehow. A bunch of bestfriends, mended friendships, newly un-enemies, broken relationships, and even one guy that doesn't even go to our school. It would be the most complicated tree of connections I've ever drawn out, if I had to really explain it. And I have two of them. Gosh, I love the people I hang out with. It reminds me of those overexaggerated shows on tv, minus all the rich blonde kids and sex.
I find it hilarious, how one person thinks they know and have it all, when they really have no idea. Today I found out that some people trust me more than this girl would have ever thought. And she thinks she's the one they trust. She's a good friend and all but...gosh. She really has no clue about the real truth. And I do. And I'm not telling. I'm not trying to start problems like before, that would not do anyone any good. But. Hypocrites irritate me more than anything. And I have to hear it EVERY DAY. And it's so sad that I know the truth, and she doesn't. But then again, it's nice to be the one that those people trust.
I want to get lost in that Pacific breeze. It's summer time kids. No, don't listen to the weatherman or those pointless papers with the squares telling you there is such a thing as a day going by. That's not real. It's summer time, oh yes it is. I'm celebrating by the baring legs and smiling all day. You should try it. And don't worry about that silly thing that people always talk about. Time? Is that what they're calling it? No, no. I'll tell you what really exists. What really exists is the moments to live for. Like spending time with those kids that you can trust. I don't use bestfriend anymore. I know who I can trust, and I'll be with them before the shallow kids who pretend and blah blah blah. Not even worth it. No, the things that exist are, the friends that make you smile no matter what, the effort of making time for that, and the kid that gives you butterflies. In my case, I'd like to call that the kid who holds my heart. To the kid who holds mine; forget how I word things. I don't understand myself half the time. This stuff going on, I'll always be there for you. But don't worry about it affecting us. My love.
Look up at the moon and sing your wishes. Tomorrow, the sun will sing back, "Granted."
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