Through My Eyes (Unfinished/Lost Its Way)

Through my eyes, all you would envision is hope. You would be an enormous dreamer, that is not clueless to the fact that she's in a wide pit full of dreamers exactly like her. But you wouldn't contemplate on that too much. That manner of thinking would only get you down, when you're suppose to be focusing and paving a path for yourself, not others. But you would want to help others as soon as you're given the opportunity. Never knowing the feeling of not having a roof over your head, or your tummy eating at itself day after day, or what it's like to be completely abandoned by anyone that should care - but you know that it does exist, and to even imagine you being in the others shoes is so difficult to grasp, but you know you would pray every night for a savior, a miracle, someone to just show they give a damn.

Through my eyes, every second is a story. You would take what you've witnessed, what you know, what you think and create a beautiful, or disturbing, or serene and so forth, picture. When a once pleasant guy tells you "I like the feeling of being like I'm inside of a speaker," it sticks out in your mind. You take a mental note and toss it into one of your stories.