why must we torment ourselves like this? the forever search of the truth. the more you dig, the deeper the hole gets, the harder it is to get out.. until you’re trapped. then you ask yourself, ‘damn why the fuck did i do that for? i was better off not knowing’.. they say ignorance is a bliss.. i want to be that ignorant fool
why do we cling to things that entrap us, or hang on to things that imprison us? what’s the payoff? what’s the treat that we can’t let go of? to me, the most obvious entrapment is with our _resentments_, which we know poisons our very souls. so why hang on? i believe that the payoff is PRIDE. “look what happened to me.” think of it like a wound to the hand. you can...
i will hold on to this moment grip it tight into a fist and with that i will break you i will break you until you clearly see look deep into my eyes you will see what you’re missing what you are looking for with or without me…
when will i wake from this dream called life its a reocurring nightmare day after day the feeling inside, what flows through every vein is undeniable, yet we lie to ourselves this kind of torment is dementedly addicting and this addiction is something i can get used to this ache inside tells me i’ve gotten used to it realization of this came too late.. dont wake me when i dream...
i’m sad but i’m not empty it’s alright cause when i’m leaving my mind draws me a picture to keep//of//you i’ve become a victim of your smile of your touch, your every move i can make it back from all those miles and it’s alright cause when i’m spacing the thrill of anticipation gets me through i’ve gotta get to you i’ve become...
’ there are times in our lives when our hearts fear our minds we can`t afford_to_ignore what our hearts are beating for cut out the truth and watch it bleed and in the wounds is just what we need it`s everywhere if we dare to trust//the//fall to lead you there ‘
..yehh, i am alone, but then again i always was as far back as i can tell, i think maybe it’s because.. ..because you were never real to begin with i just made you up to hurt myself..
some old stuff
tuesday, april 18, 2004 …it’s nearly 7:30am… i don’t even know how i ended up here but i’m here. i know i might have made mistakes in the past. i might have said some things i shouldn’t. i might have done something that wasn’t so honorable. i might have strayed a little from who i am. but i feel like that it was a process i had to go through to find out...
now you're just somebody that i used to know...
now and then i think of when we were together like when you said you felt so happy you could die told myself that you were right for me but felt so lonely in your company but that was love and it’s an ache i still remember you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness like resignation to the end, always the end so when we found that we could not make sense well you said that we...
this is truely amazing!!!
the one that got away...
used to steal your parents’ liquor and climb to the roof talk about our future like we had a clue never planned that one day i’d be losing you in another life i would be your girl we’d keep all our promises be us against the world in another life i would make you stay so i don’t have to say you were the one that got away the one that got away
i would’ve done anything for you to show you how much i adored you but it’s over now it’s too late to save our love just promise me you’ll think of me every time you look up in the sky and see a star ‘cause i’m a i’m a space bound rocket ship and your heart’s the moon and i’m aiming right at you right at you 250 thousand miles on a...
“In Life You Never Stop Dreaming, In Dreams You Never Stop Living..”