Trigger

Lock Count: 945

I'm moving slightly forward. A little offside. Not too much.

Not enough for you to notice.

Not enough for anyone else to see.

I think I've got enough to get me by.

I'm still a teen--and still pretending that's an excuse to wait.

I don't understand a lot, and I try not to get too over my head with worries.

I watch them everyday. From afar. What wondrous lenses they must see the world in. But I never want to be like them. Far from that temptation, I know I'll get lost again in the end.

I'm sure I can fake a smile--I do it all the time.

I'm sure I can brush it off--There's never a day where I don't.

But it's only a matter of time when I catch up with myself and wonder...

"Really, who are you now?"



The media has already poisoned a nation with lookism.

Politics still slump in a climate of uncertainty and gullibility.

Society paints a future of dreams, and it's all so reachable,

or so it seems.



It's not in my right to spit on events that haven't happened yet; that's where hope falls into --doesn't it? Like atheists who attempt to decimate the idea of God. If we knew God existed for certain--it wouldn't be called faith, would it?

It's a sense of insecurity that drives us to cling only to what we know, a fear that keeps us from venturing on, to uncharted territory. But that is what ruins us further. There comes numerous times in your life where you realize that if you didn't take that step, took the risk, you would certainly not have grown.

It's scary. It's true.

How much longer will you ignore your nature?

We're all not exactly ourselves when it comes down to it. But I'm sure we'll be brought closer should we simply decide: yes.

Open your eyes,
Your curse is a gift.