Can you believe how silly we are? Envisioning the perfect love into reality. Only to find out that it's all in our heads. My lover has become my other personality. Why is it that all the ones In Love are crazy? Are all the Enlightened ones mad too? In that case, all of the evil is leaving me, I swear. I promise. The white walls would turn me into ( Read more... )

I don't want the sun to come up. I don't want the rain to stop falling. I don't want the wine to stop pouring. I don't want to be there when it all goes down. I don't want to fall down (again). I don't want to sleep, I don't want to wake. I just want to be.

What the hell is wrong with me? I was unaware that this could happen. I didn't know sadness could still slip through happiness. Without warning, an uninvited dinner guest. I suppose if you leave your place of good energies and come back to less than fair realities, that might do the trick. I won't forget feeling good, that I can do. Hopefully that ( Read more... )

If this is my existence, then I refuse to exist. I hand my cards right back to the dealer. I fold ( Read more... )

I wish there was a way for us to un-know. To un-know certain things that we do not want in our heads. Not to forget them, but to not ever having had that memory in the first place. To non-erase, not to un-due. What would we need to do? Physically, medically remove that instance from our brains? Probably. Time-travel? Travel back to a place where we ( Read more... )

I asked for you to come, didn't I? And now that you are here, I forget how miserable you are. Most insufferable. Now I pray for a knife to send you away. There is no peace here. Only noise. Is there a place for the imperfected? Is there sanctity in the unserene? Where do the uncomfortables go to find comfort? Does there exist such a place? When ( Read more... )

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You will be so terribly missed.

What the fuck will we do now?

I guess I should learn to make my insights more comedic, instead of sad.

Hmm..

She is MISS misunderstood. She's had her share of upsets. She now believes truth to be overrated. And love to be even more so. For how can one possibly try to love (her) when they have not finished loving the world? It can't be done. Why be selfish? You cannot eat your cake without a fork. Using your hands just makes things sloppy.

She is the ( Read more... )

It is a hit or miss. Life. Love. And GOOD no longer prevails. It turns out that it never has. Who has the power, the fame, the final word to change things? The subway guitarist trying to promote peace with his melodies? Or the politico man with the big office and evil ways? That's what I thought. Who gets the engagement ring on her finger along ( Read more... )