TheOriginalEmotion

I've always had my bubble.  It's just there, my shell, enclosing me from head to toe in a transparent, protective screen. Yes, it protects me. Sometimes people don't see my bubble at first.  They reach in, and meet with unexpected resistance as the walls cave in towards me and I push back from the inside.  They are surprised.  They try again, some of them, stubbornly digging into its delicate sheet, vainly insisting on bursting through.  But my bubble is like spider's silk – supple, and unyielding as steel. My friends don't seem to have bubbles.  Well, they might, but theirs are more like the bubbles that children blow with washing up

Oh golden boy, do you got the answer? Calling me up at 2am Honey I've got something to tell you He's at the front seat to the murder scene This girl, somethings extra that is what she is Everything happening so fast what am I to do he says Asking me to understand, asking for a friendly hand But oh golden boy, what if I don't have an answer? She moves like the shadows, strikes with the beauty of a rose Soon he's on the ground again Asking for her survival, for his life Bloodspill on the ground doesn't shine as bright She calls him up at 2am Oh golden boy, do you have an answer?

Parkour, freerunning, call it whatever dear For it is art A new world for the open minded Filled with possibilities and a lack of gravity You will learn to move like the water flows Jump like the bird flies And fall, as light as a feather No sound, hoodie up, of course it’s suspect Don’t worry we’re all just a bunch of lazy kids Learning to move again Climbing over your limitations like just another bench Running trough your "can not”-s with the force of a bullet Rolling over your non believing laughs with weights of confidence All with such swiftness, such grace You won’t even know we were there Parkour, freerun

A sister, a safe place Bruised knees, so small you lift me up and take me in For me this little trip is a huge fall With eyes crying so hard I turn up to see your serious face As you carry me over the yard I know you understand what kind of a big deal this is for me So I don't worry You're my sister, my safe place In my heart is where you'll always be A sisters man, my friend When home becomes a lonely place He knows what it's like, to have to endure the fights He see the signs written on my face He's been there, he's done that When finding the words get tough He takes the time, he makes them see You're my sisters man, my friend In my heart