You'll Never Find Paradise Twice.

S**t happens.

I'm not sure how this is turning out,
could be bad, could be good.
I never thought this life was possible,
where nothing turns out as it usually would.
Shards of photo buckets picked up from on the floor;
the ones that shouldn't even f*****g be here anymore.
We always remember the things we choose to forget,
and we all know that I have many things to regret,
but you know i'm still running, and better yet,
making sure I continue to leave the things I've left.

Maybe take a trip down California,
where the grass shines greener, and secrets are mine to keep how I choose,
where i'm free from myself, and where i'm free from you.
Some place exciting, someplace new,
a paradise that's that exclusive kind of cool,
because i'm sick of never seeing any waterfalls,
and there's never going to be one location to see it all.
Time takes us fast, takes us far away,
and there's so many more reasons to go then there are to stay.

Never do I feel like i'll pay for any of this,
hopefully i'll end up with more then bruises on my fists.
I'll take these feelngs as far as sanitys willing to go;
all time high, to all time low.

Reviews

[kelsey violette]

you have an incredible talent.
i don't have many words to express how amazing of a writer you are.
i hope you go far brandon, very far in you're writing career.
beautifuly written, by a beautful person.