Lets mingle with distance

It's all about how we walk through the fire

I can only see a better world built on the ashes of this one.

Why didn't I just stay home where it's nice and quiet and nothing ever happens

CAPTION: lonely but certain



Your American dream is our nightmare.
We can't accept the things you teach. We know to much. We are to wise for your demise. We stand strong and hold our ground. For we will never be knocked down. We may appear somewhat faulty and cruel. But we will rise. Oh and how we will rule.

I'm a procrastinator

SANDCASTLES FALL LIKE ASHES OF CIGARETTES.

This quote could be interpreted many different ways, but to me it reads like a correlation between the innocence of a child like substance, such as a sandcastle and the disappointments we experiences as adults, the ashes of cigarettes. Many of us can relate to being a child and getting excited about the smallest of things, like building a sandcastle. And the minor heartbreak we would feel when that sandcastle was ruined, whether by an unexpected wave from the ocean or by a friend accidentally knocking it over. When that sandcastle falls it feels like a failure, all of that time building it was for nothing. We just watch hopelessly as it crashes down. And as we're older the sandcastle becomes something less trivial, and the ashes of cigarettes falling down can be related to bigger problems. Children to adults, Sandcastles to cigarettes. We all grow up and as we do our prospective changes, as do our problems. Whether its a sandcastle falling, or a cigarette burning to ashes, we must remember that every problem seems so important in the moment, but it will soon be done and replaced with something else, and with each problem comes a lesson learned.

There's a party in my head. And no one is invited.

Welcome oblivion

They think they can change me.
They think they can fix me.
Want to throw away my soul; and start fresh with a new one.
They know I have potential.
They know they can succeed.
But do they know if they look a little bit closer, that I bleed?
There words leave scars.
Bruises on my arms.
What they can't see won't hurt them, but where does that leave me?
They want to show me life, give me color.
Try to set me free.
But as I rise up, I think it's clear now.
They know I can't be altered.
"THIS KIND OF FIRE; THEY CAN'T GIVE TO ME"

hanging on every word

discovering that you love something. that's a special moment. when that switch in your head clicks and you realize, this is what's supposed to happen. it just.. makes sense. it flows. you can almost get an out of body experience. looking at your entire life through a movie screen projector and realizing that every single moment, every heartbreak, every regret, every mistakes has gotten you here. you were on a pathway of disappointments but found the right turn. everything has changed. you realize you can recover from this. a new you can be discovered. you couldn't stay who you were. so you become someone else.

the odds of being alone

my stomach clenches. my heart pounds. eyes burn. bones ache. head throbs. my pulse is racing 100 miles per hour.

then.
NOTHING.
i focus on absolutely nothing.  the tingly feeling soaring through my body slowly vanishes first through my toes, than the fingers as it makes its way to my hollow organ. The butterflies that were fluttering inside me take their last breath one by one. i feel NOTHING. i am NOTHING.

i know that now.
i hold my breath. trying to gain the strength. yearning for the feeling, any feeling to come back to me. but i know its too late. its already gone. it has disappeared into the night like my last strand of hope.

I'll be okay i repeat to myself numbly.

then just like a new born would open their eyes for the first time welcoming the world, i can see now. but its different. its through a new set of eyes. i look at the world around me in a apathetic form. understanding overwhelms me as i grasp what has happened. i have officially lost. control.