Hold on to what You Believe.

After all that's been happening - nothing monumental, just events and a more hectic schedule - you'd think I would have many thoughts surging out of my fingers...but no. I am just tired. Not overwhelmingly tired; just in need of a quiet moment of complete contentedness.

What would that look like nowadays, I wonder. Now that I shall turn eighteen in two days, a legal adult with legal responsibilities and no more excuses for procrastinating adult-like things (such as my driver's license and college). Now that I feel so torn in every direction, every emotion vital and life changing one moment and the next flat and stupid. Now that what I know in my heart to be true is battered about in my head.

It would look like this:

My favorite songs playing one after the other on the radio.

My favorite people sitting around me, all of us in harmony, in that comfortable place people who've known each other inside and out get into when they are all together.

Not a thought of the future to be found.

Or, if the thoughts are there, then there is peace to be found along with them.

Where is this moment? I was looking for it all night tonight and the thought of perhaps missing it because of my spacing out took me a good two hours to get over.

Oh man. One thought after another. Really, this does not do me any good. Good night.

I

I can't promise you that I won't let you down

And I

I can't promise you that I will be the only one around

When your hope falls down

But we're young

Open flowers in the windy fields of this war-torn world

And love

This city breathes the plague of loving things more than their creators

I ran away
I could not take the burden of both me and you
It was too fast
Casting love on me as if it were a spell I could not break

When it was a promise I could not make

But what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light

When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

And now this land

Means less and less to me without you breathing through its trees

At every turn

The water runs away from me and the halo disappears

And the hole when you're not near

So what if I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light

When the darkness has robbed you of all your sight

But hold on to what you believed in the light.