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Let Me In - Rant

(Things I wish someone told me. Things I wish someone told all of us. Things I wish all of us told someone.)



If you saw things my way, would you let me in? I want to see the scars that shaped you, the stories that made you. Would you let me in if I begged you? Tell me what you fear even if it's something as silly as spiders. Tell me what keeps you awake when you try falling asleep. Tell me what music you like- the ones that you cry and the ones you dance to.

I want to see your eyes sparkling with passion when you talk about your favourite things. I want you to show me an old art of yours that you no longer create. I want you to show me pieces of you that no longer exist - those dead passions that you couldn't feed.

I want to know what races your mind or what was that one thing you knew was worth living for when you lost hope.

I want to know if your interests are as bizarre as mine. Did you know that I talk to trees? Or that I cry, out of a mixture of happiness and sadness, when I stargaze alone? Or how the scent of wet grass or old books make me happy for some reason I cannot explain? May be you're just as sane as I am. But how do I know? How will I ever know?

I want to know that childhood act of yours that you are still ashamed and guilty of. Let it all out. I want to know the most unrealistic dream you've had. Tell me how you punish and lock yourself up when you think you aren't good enough. Tell me what makes you sick, physically and mentally. Tell me what keeps you hoping for a better tomorrow. 

Let it all out. Spill it out even if in messy patterns. Let me be the paper and you scribble as you like. The paper doesn't question the pen, it only absorbs. So tell me what you like, and I will stay up as much as I can to listen to you, with love.

21.12.2017


Beneath Your Beautiful: Labrinth - Beneath Your Beautiful ft. Emeli Sandé: http://youtu.be/bqIxCtEveG8

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