Nearly two years ago I flew out to Florida alone to meet up with a buddy and his family for a week. When I got there I was held at border control, (semi) strip searched and question for two whole hours (I’m half Iranian) and it’s just dawned on me that I survived that ordeal. I can’t even use a voucher at a store or talk to girls unless I’m drunk I CAN’T EVEN EAT IN PUBLIC but I made it through two hours in a room with a cop (THAT HAD A GUN) whilst a guy in the room next to me was being deported(!!!). I don’t know whether to proud of myself or start a really delayed reaction and cry myself to death
Forever longing the golden sunsets // the appleseed cast
This country road. I’ve fallen away, to a place unknown. I’ve traveled away. I fall into nothing. The seaside road has fallen away. I have to go, my place is sold. I’ve fallen away, I’ve fallen into nothing. The sky has turned again. You can’t fight and you won’t die, memory. It’s tearing you apart. You can’t fight and you won’t die, memory.The sunset gold. I’ve fallen away, traded away a seaside day. I’ve fallen away. I fall into nothing. I promise you with warm salt air, hallowed breezes in your hair. Days on end and days long gone. The beach and the fires and the nights gone. The flow, tide, ebb, road, night, sky, sand, home. The fair in the park by the sea in my heart is never gone.
Every few months I reevaluate my life and wonder if it’s too late for me to make something of myself. Eventually, when I decide there is a glimmer of hope for me, I take that as meaning I can afford to do nothing for the foreseeable future until the next moment of panic comes along. Only, these thoughts are starting to happen more often and time is definitely running out
So I’m your cigarette, I’m the reason you suck winds, I’m the reason you can’t win. So if I’m your cigarette, then will I get what I deserve, will you throw me to the curve, or would you flick me in your skin? I guess it’s just tough love in the end. You should’ve stayed a friend. I’ll make that mistake again.