TWOAMTHOUGHTS

A taco, sushi, and a sandwich got out of a bar It wasn't great, it wasn't nice, and it wasn't far They were walking on foot all night Just hoping they'll get a ride A taco, sushi, and a sandwich got on a train Wishing it would take them so far away Their lives were stolen, broken, and grey And their efforts to hide the pain were in vain A taco, sushi, and a sandwich are now hungry They ordered a heart, a brain, and a kidney And they were a little bit tipsy They weren't aware that what they did was risky A taco, sushi, and a sandwich from all races They were from Mexican, Japanese and European traces And they were all wearing braces To cover the bruises on their faces A taco, sushi, and a sandwich weren't feeling OK They remembered the days they screamed OLAY but then when it happened, they ran away And they weren't planning to obey A taco, sushi, and a sandwich just got busted The police are here and they're gonna get arrested ...

He came back one day and didn't find her. She left; she took his heart with her. It's so strange, isn't it? They've been together for five years. Why would she run away from him now, and in such a peculiar way? They first met in a bar. He was tipsy, and she had her eyes on him all night. She made the first move and jeopardized her ego while talking to him. "I wanna know you," that's all that came out when she opened her mouth. They talked and laughed for several hours that night and didn't get enough of each other. They had a lot in common. It's like he was talking to his inner self; like she was his lost soulmate. She felt like she was invading a military bivouac; like she was swimming deep in the dark blue ocean with sharks and jellyfish, but she wasn't afraid. She was rather curious, eager, and having a burning desire to know every inch of him. Soon afterward, they started dating, and everything was falling into place. He was a keeper for he...

I wanna see your brown eyes So shiny like sunrise And you always smell so nice You're certainly with no vice Please come here next to me I wanna set you free You give me a melody Of the perfect life tragedy Been dreaming about you my whole life Come and spare me from this inner strife And if only I can drive To cross this bridge between us, but it's ok I'll dive You're everything I've ever asked for I don't want anything else anymore I want us in the center of the dance floor Even though I deeply know you'll deplore I'll fight those who say we're not meant to be together I wanna show them our love's forever And laugh at them 'cause they're not so clever Please wish me luck in this endeavor I will love you all day long And make you feel that you belong I want you to know that nothing's wrong To fall in love with a woman that strong Just let our love ignite And come see me at night If you want, let it be ...

As children, we thought our parents were our superheroes; completely wise and funny. Sometimes severe and pushy, but, we figure out later that it was for our own good. As we grow up, we believe that family is just pain in the neck, that our boyfriends are our saviors from this mediocre reality. However, when we need them the most, in bed, at night, when we're hitting rock bottom and our heads are filled with dark thoughts, they're simply not there to support us. After tons of breakups and heartbreaks, we are convinced that our friends are our present and future, that without them we can barely function, that they're the oxygen we're inhaling, but without realizing that we're constructing a lethal weapon that can and will be used against us later in life, they can actually turn us down and leave us hanging out to dry at the exact moment we needed them the most. In a nutshell, we conclude that "La vie est éphémère". Every joy we had lived, every laugh ...

Misplaced:  This is how I feel whenever I wake up, wherever I wake up. How can you live your everyday life knowing that this feeling is causing a burden as heavy as an iceberg? And how can you live your everyday life knowing that such a feeling has sunk so deep in your ocean of thoughts that you can't even remember how your life was like before all of this? Misplaced:  It is not a mere feeling of unbelongingness; It is a state of mind that is not acquired by years of experience but rather forced by the simple fact that you were born unlucky, I guess. Misplaced . By definition it is "to put (an object) in the wrong place and so lose it temporarily" yet what I'm feeling right now is not a temporary loss, but somewhat a permanent deprivation of all the good things that people can get from living their best life; what the definition got right though is that I'm feeling like an object. And this feeling, by all means, sucks. Misplaced:  You know it when a friend, a coll...