the boathouse project.

Haven’t really touched tumblr in ages but am itching to just put my thoughts out there. 

Yet, every time I sit down to write something I find myself lost for words. 

So in the end I always keep everything in and just pray that someday they’ll all figure themselves out. 

If I had words to make a day for you,

I’d sing you a morning golden and new.

I would make this day last for all time,

Give you a night dipped in moonshine. 

Funny how so much can change in a year. How people can change, how lives can change. For better or for worse. How what you thought you knew turned out to be nothing. How people can go from being intimidating to nice to a cold-blooded monster. 

I wish I never grew up. I wish I never had to know half the things I know right now. I am so burdened with the secrets and sorrows of the people around me and the worst part is knowing there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. 

And then there’s problems of my own. Problems which I too have no answers to. Problems which never used to be a problem for me. 

How is it that someone can make me feel this way and shift the entire foundations upon which I have based my life on. 

What do I do now that I’ve lost the only cause I ever had to fight for? 

I’ll find my way I guess. I’ll be okay. 

If I seem distant,

Baby I am. 

Words are like scissors

In your hands. 

There’s no script to follow,

So I just close my eyes.

That way it won’t hurt so much, when we say goodbye.