It’s crazy the amount of conversations that will never happen I write down In my notes. Books that will never be read, thoughts that will never be spoken, stories that will never be told.
I probably already created a million universes by now, broke up with you a million times, married you five seconds later, became a world famous author had three kids and a dog. Yet none will ever know
All hypothetical situations that never came into fruition hanging out at the palm of my hand… Only the virtual pages of my notes has experienced them yet will never tell a single soul…
How much I thought created, loved, laughed, lived inside my head day after day year after year never having the courage to bring it to reality. The secrets in my notes. How badly I wanted… everything and more.
Humans we are always fishing for something aren't we? Whether it is an argument, compliment, attention, significant other. We are always fishing….
Oh and what i just wrote. That's supposed to be a "hook" so you'll stay with me as if i could catch you with my words. Now you are "MY FISH"…
haha. As if we are actually fishes. "there's plenty of fish in the sea" isn't there?
Maybe we aren't that different, since at this point we are basically following each others lead.
But wait can fishes be aware of the unaware? Yet most of us know there is something incredibly wrong with the state of the world we live in.
Yet we do nothing about it. Including me. Tomorrow i'm going to wake up and have the same old coffee i always had and run as fast as i can to not miss the train.
If i have a bad day my family and friends will tell me to just keep "swimming".
We are fishes after all.
Put your hands around my neck
Whisper my name under your breathe
Unbutton my shirt
Pull my hair
Till it hurts
See you the next day
You look the other way
As if you didn’t know my name
Act like nothing changed
Yet last night I saw you undressed
I laugh like I don’t care
Never seen you there
After all we aren’t even friends
Cause they don’t play pretend
I suppose it’s so casual
To play aloof
As you’re just like the others
Simple guy denying
The truth, for whenever it suits you