feelings as water and the invisible wall that you put up as a pot. When you hit that boiling point the water enclosed starts evaporating into steam in the air. The steam never stays though. It’s broken down and vanishes. Vanishes exactly like you will if things ever become too much to handle. It was too hot for the water to handle, for you to handle and now it’s evaporated completely only leaving behind the pot. The pot is like a skeleton and that skeleton was you.
The skeleton is the only thing that everyone knew because it was everything you were willing to show. I know it’ll be hard but before the water gets too hot and before it becomes too much for you, just let it go. Let it out to people you trust as if letting them catch the water in a glass. Nobody is ever alone and someone will be there to catch that fall and be ready to patch that hole up.” I’m not sure if any of that makes the least bit of sense but Tyler’s lyrics, just like in Kitchen Sink say, “Are you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless,” really have influenced me to embrace my inner creative writer. He’s actually helped inspire me enough to take a creative writing class. He makes me think about things I’ve never brought my mind to think about and that’s something I will never be able to thank him enough for. He’s helped me so much to really focus on listening to my heart and to understand things that I might not have ever understood. I might not be a good writer and ever will be but my writing is abstract like a piece of artwork. Abstract as in only a few people can understand the true beauty, while others can simply think whatever I have written down is pointless. Everyone has a different definition of art. To me, art is what you make it. You might not understand all forms of art, but just noticing the unique beauty of it is the best way to start. That’s why listening to Twenty One Pilots helps me to get into that deep mind frame that Tyler has and helps me to find something I can look at and make it a deeper meaning.
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