As cliche of a metaphor it may be to compare things to an origami heart, that’s all I can think of. You hear of having your heart being crumpled up and thrown away in to the gutter. You hear of how the heart is fragile and that at any given moment, even when fortified with as much duct tape from past mishaps, it can be ripped apart. And, what’s worse is when you are the one who took that paper heart and shredded it in to pieces on accident.
It’s like if Edward Scissorhands had tried to hold a paper heart in his palms, only to have it fall through the very loving appendages used to hold it as the sharp edges tear it when his only intention was to cradle it in his palms as something more precious than a glass house full of gold and diamonds.
Usually, this is the part where I say ,”It’s funny how…” But there’s nothing ever funny about knowing you have damaged one’s heart and soul.
To be the inadvertent murderer of something you cared for.
My group has dropped our official single off our coming first project. Hopefully it makes you feel nice and tingly inside.
Go to our Soundcloud and like the song, repost it, and most importantly just show and spread our music for the sake of pleasurable listening.
A surge of hope can happen at any given moment. Take that and let it wash over you. Afterwards reciprocate it to the world.
As long as you’re breathing, there’s always going to be some energy to remain so. Hope in the size of a mustard seed is hope nonetheless
For heaven’s sake let’s just elevate.
Smoke haze and drink crushed grapes.
Sometimes, you don’t know what you want anymore. Sometimes, you don’t know how to do anything anymore. Sometimes you become sad. Sometimes, you become really sad. Sometimes, you never get over it. Sometimes, you will. Sometimes, you can be happy. Sometimes, the happiness doesn’t stay as long as you would like… Sometimes, I think too much.