Left there standing , its cold, or maybe is hot, life’s confusing and words don’t make it any clearer. I can be going nowhere but still get somewhere. i can be looking for something but find nothing, but i’m still standing there, you call it waiting, i call it nothing. we put a name on everything, we have something to say after everything that’s said and about everyone that says it. nobody will put it out there because of other but when they put it out there their are no others. black and white, truth or lie, funny how there so difrent but as soon as we hear one we think of the other.
need to learn how to do this :D
(Source: this--too--shall--pass, via on-my-toes-for-you)
it drives me crazzy , because there are a million words in my mind i can tell you none of them..
