Mnemosyne-posts - Mnemosyne

Now all of my oceans have riptides..

What do I want?

I want to be a mystery, yet be known

I want to be together, yet alone

Is it too much to ask, To be famous yet unknown?

To be a wanderer, yet have a home?

My insecurity makes me sick,

Yet my confidence makes me thick

Can I be harmless, yet grip the stick,

Be completely smooth yet have a nick?

Can I live in a lie, yet be true

Can I be unique, yet so like you?

Have no control, yet know what to do?

Can I be ugly, yet beautiful too?

Answer me, I need your help,

Can you help me or someone else?

I need your help, can't you see,

Are you even listening to me?

by: Kara Douglas

August slipped away into a moment in time.

'Cause it was never mine.

It’s okay that we didn’t collect souvenirs or that we never had time to pull it all together in a way that made sense to anyone else but us.

The thing I realize is that it’s not what you take, it’s what you leave.

Lorde and Hozier didn't have the right to get me dancing or screaming in my room all the time. I need to have self control