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