“Hold my breath and I’ll count to ten
I’m the paper and you’re the pen
You fill me in and you are permanent
And you’ll leave me to dry
I’m a writer and she’s the muse
I’m the one that you always choose
She will falter and gift her blame
And it’s starts all over again
Again again again

She is bright lights and cityscapes
I’m white lies that care for gates
And she’ll take all you ever have
But I’m gonna love you
You say maybe it will last this time
But I’m gonna love you
You never have to ask
I’m gonna love you
‘Till you start looking back
I’m gonna love you
So right
I wouldn’t need a second chance

Shield your eyes from the truth I end
Tell me why it will be good again
All those demons are closing in
And I don’t want you to burn
Nevermind what I said before
I don’t want any less anymore
You are carbon and I am flame
I will rise and you will
Remain”

Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you’re in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you.
― Deepak Chopra   (via thenocturnals)

(Source: nirvikalpa)