Scars

scars

I, pick my brain like the scars on my knees. I, pick my brain, like, the scars on my knees.
I, pick my, brain, like, the scars, on, my knees. Do you understand me yet?

I love falling in love with a dream.
I love planning out my endeavors and ventures, but never following suit. I’m scared.

I love the idea of dreaming. The idea that you can step away from your reality,
for any given amount of time, and you can just be free.

I love falling in love with a dream. The idea that you can imagine,
the life you really want to live, without any repercussions.

I, pick my brain like the scars on my knees.
I, sometimes, overthink things and, cause more damage than what needed to be done.

I, pick my brain, like, the scars on my knees.
Sometimes you get a successful thought, while other times it ends up in a bloody rage.

I, pick my, brain, like, the scars, on, my knees. Sometimes it’s painful, but sometimes it’s bliss.
I over-analyze, over-imagine, and over-expect. I end up disappointed.

I pick my brain like the scars on my knees.
I have so many ideas that I want to show to the world, but like scars, I’m afraid for them to be visible.

So, I’ll just go back to falling in love with my dreams…

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2 Comments

  1. January 27, 2018 / 6:49 PM

    I love this so much! It is so beautiful!xx

    • suhrell
      Author
      January 27, 2018 / 6:50 PM

      Thank you!

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