Stones taught me to fly

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth..
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt..
Still a little hard to say, "What's going on?"..

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness..
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed..
You step a little closer each day..
And I can't say, "What's going on?"..

Stones taught me to fly..
Love taught me to lie..
Life taught me to die..
So it's not hard to fall..
When you float like a cannonball..

Still a little bit of your song in my ear..
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear..
You step a little closer to me..
So close that I can't see what's going on..

Stones taught me to fly..
Love taught me to lie..
Life taught me to die..
So it's not hard to fall..
When you float like a cannonball..

Stones taught me to fly..
Love taught me to cry..
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy..
'Cause it's not hard to fall..
And I don't want to scare her..

It's not hard to fall..
And I don't wanna lose..
It's not hard to grow..
When you know that you just don't know..

Song: Cannon Ball - Damien Rice

Twenty one

cried like she had never cried before..
planned like she had never planned before..
felt like she had never felt before..

going on to twenty one is an amazing feeling..
eagerly anticipated yet totally intimidating at the same time..
it's different this time, despite having grown up twenty times before..

it seemed like time whizzes swiftly by like a cannon ball..
encountering the occasional punches in the gut..
whenever a feeling overwhelms you from within your belly..

the night before was awesome..
conversational topics arose naturally before the cold salty river breeze..
it was surreal watching lovers snuggle in each other arms..

life schemes were laid out with great understanding..
from generic emotional scope to the tiniest financial detail..
everyday activities were discussed with laughter and determination..

falling asleep by the river..
listening to the movement of the tides..
then staring at the shiny twinkly stars in the sky..

the past had been childishly hilarious..
the present is confusingly pleasant..
the future will be unknown exhilaration..

Realization

Realization is when you no longer feel a thing..
when your heart forgets to skip a beat, when he nears..
your smile no longer appears naturally..
your glance travels away..

Realization is when friends who mean the whole world..
becomes something left behind..
an object that will be forgotten with wind..
a commodity that can be bought and then sold..

Realization is turning around..
looking back at someone you once cared for..
when the future is called the past..
and that you can smile and carry on moving forward..

Realization is the moment in time..
when the last tear is shed..
and the final sob can no longer be heard..
when you reluctantly decide to take a rest..

Realization is when you take down the pictures on the wall..
bravely staring at them for the longest time..
before taking a deep breath..
tearing and tossing them into the fireplace..

Realization is when wrinkles are borne..
those defiant lines on her pretty face..
reminding others of her lovely smiles..
taunting her of her grave mistakes..

Realization is when a car swerves..
missing you by less than an inch..
knocking you to the side of the concrete pavement..
blood trickling down your arm..

Realization is when you agree with yourself..
deciding to forgo all material superficiality..
remembering that the simple pleasures in life are priceless..
that realization happens after a genuine long-fought smile..