Breathe some more..

We get tired, like really tired on days, that's when we have the nights, which suddenly flares up the soul's stairs.. And we climb, tirelessly trying to find our floor, and when we do, we go to sleep behind that door.. There's something about you that you like, and there's something about you that you hate, and each passing day would be a blend of it on your plate.. Sometimes you're standing behind the curtain watching the world go by, sometimes you're the leader, and following you are numerous that time.. Ever asked yourself why can't you ever be at peace? Because the rattle in the mind often keeps us at ease.. Nothing's perfect, and it's not meant to be, because if it was, you won't be living life without cheese.. Like the still water in that bottle, you're standing now, waiting to be the wave that would run ashore.. Noise is what you need, but you find yourself best in silence, so make some noise inside, and be your own remote of guidance.. Breathe some more each time when you feel you're getting choked, and breathe a little less, because life's a fucking dope..