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And from that moment on, I knew it was time.
Time for me to grow up.
Time for me to change.
Time for me to mature.
Yet, I'm not ready, but I'm trying.

This music's simply divine, it penetrates into my drums.
My ears can only handle so much,
then my body is struck by calmality it's miraculous, really.
Like my higher divine speaking to me through a sound of ways.
Serenity.  

Destroy what destroys you.

This is so typical, writing when I'm feeling under the weather.
I have an extreme bass pumping at the right side of my mind.
Times like these I wish I'd lose it.
Within my cold empty heart lies an aching sun,
no longer shining as bright as I'd like it to.
I'll survive, I'm fairly enjoying this self-pitying,
however I may just be delusional.
I'm worried, the future is causing me demolish, when I know I should me mending.
Why am I so careless..
I too am breaking, I feel my mind disintegrating.
My eyes are no longer wide open to the endless possibilities.
In fact, they're half shut.
Wow, "This too shall pass" just came on my shuffle
You know you can't keep lettin' it get you down 
And you can't keep draggin' that dead weight around. 
If there ain't all that much to lug around, 
Better run like hell when you hit the ground. 

Alright, I get it, I love my higher power.
Note to self, I'm being ignorant, seeing only the surface oppose to looking within.
I'm dwelling far too much on my past, and stressing over my future.
Present.. Present Ella, it's a present given to you in the moment.
Take it, you know it'll help you get what you want in the future,
just do the do's and it'll do you well.

Fact not fiction.

Lightening bolts of love a terror that strike across the surface of the globe. Identical identities that arise from comfort silence that confine the four dividers. Not in the least would the mark of permanence remain. Persistent evolution, from sorrow to joy and vice versa. Acceptance ties the suppressing knot that untangles itself through action.
Rain, the aquatic fix of the earth to cleanse humanities mistakes. I'm molding these flight of steps to reach enlightenment. It'll burn, but peace will remain. To readjust, articulation is simplicity's worst nightmare, but I don't care. All wanted is so close, yet millions of miles away.
I took the road less traveled by, now I have blisters on my feet.