Crashing

Have you ever held a life in your hands? Felt warm blood on your fingertips? Or heard a cry of pain pierce your ears? Life is a fragile thing Like eggs falling to the ground Each bump a bruise and each crack a scar Until finally It's all over and the only thing left is a mess to clean up

geez

I lay awake every night thinking about you wondering what you're doing and if you're thinking about me. I know you're moving on with your life and I'm trapped in the past I try to move on but I just can't. I try to ne happy and forget you but I'm so afraid and alone without you.

I know one day I'll be fine on my own but until then I'm alone and I miss you.

I still love you, and I always will.

Collecting

Haven't written in awhile but I have been thinking about stuff.

Just thought I'd let you know

Back to the Matrix

We keep digging
Trying to uncover the surface
Trying to bury the future
there is no way to know which one we are doing
Everything is perception.
Everyman a dream.
Never stop digging

White Noise

Nothing...
Everything...
We all hear it
We all ignore it
the white noise pervades our lives
In our dreams
in our souls
Nothing we do can free us
From the grasp
We see it when we wake up
and all throughout the day
It makes our girls cut themselves
and our boys poison themselves with drugs
It makes women feel awful
And our men feel immasculated
The white noise is everything
and Nothing

Some kinda way

You know when people say they "feel some kinds way"? Well how do they feel, and why do they feel that way about it and how is that they decided they felt that way and why cant they just say how they feel? I guess it is just the simple fact that this phrase has become common place and that people think saying it makes them seem smart. Just what's on my mind tonight I suppose.

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I tried to write tonight but I just couldn't come op with anything its like I'm completely dead on the inside and I dunno why.