hearing breathing seeing is believing bleeding is releiving and searing your re-living, it’s deceiving the heart and the mind, to hold one another in a bind one wants one thing the other to another, what do you do to tell your mother? what do you do to keep you unsmothered and it’s like ripping skin from your bones, or taking out college loans, you sign away your life with the pen and you choose just one path and you don’t even take the time to do the math, it all depends on your passion for this thing, this thing called love that society holds up above all things, not happiness or fame or all those other things that’s so lame. You’re ready to go and you’re game. To take on this beast, no longer tame. You take up the sword and get ready for the horde. Wow you just realized that you’re so bored. So you walk away from somewhat of an investment. Cause it no longer provides any sort of contenment. And you leave the other with a sort of resentment. It’s interesting to get thrown away, to be tossed aside like paper, sucked in then exhaled like vapor. So go away like all things do. There’s no such thing as starting anew.

it’s weird having so many friends and still feeling so alone. What’s popular, or rather the point of being “popular” when you leave at the end of the day and your only comfort is the kind you provide to yourself? It’s okay just be strong they say, you can’t be happy if you’re not okay being alone, but was this earth really meant to be walked this way? We have two legs instead of one right? Everything comes in pairs, seemingly. Save for your soul. That inner conscious that runs things. The voice inside your head that pulls the triggers, and turns the wheels. He seemingly works alone.

like everyone thinks opposite but first off as a linguist you have to appreciate the manipulation of their tongue to make those sounds like… WTF that’s unheard of, and then the glides and the elongated vowels, that’s extremely hard to achieve in such harmony. BUT anyways.. i digress. sorry. I’m weird. and a linguist. so yeah. 

hold me down keep me to my frown, I refuse to say no more. It’s simply lore what they say about love, oh no, it’s so much more cruel. There’s rules you see, some I didn’t know, like how to let a man grow. Like a plant to be nurtured with sick sadistic tortures, with whips and chains, the heartbreak rains, the cold shoulders, the mysterious smolders. It’s all a game. And we’re all the same, on equal levels that is. We start from go and get thrown in jail. Only those who are dastardly enough prevail. The underhanded whores and those with pasts of gore. What more, is the attraction to the pain, we wear our past like stains. If cupid reigns supreme in this realm, well we should take up the helm, for what I know and what I’ve seen, comparatively is obscene, love is a sick thing. Let freedom ring, it’s spring, and you know what they say? Love is in the air, life is just so unfair. 

I find it really ironic that when other people do their job really well, it actually creates MORE work for me -__-