Heroism goes two ways.

It's so obvious to me why she acts out like she does. I really want to save her, be the hero. The only problem is, I don't think she wants to be saved.

Pondering by the pond.

It's funny how everything and nothing can be one and the same. Perhaps love is habit, it just becomes routine to have these feelings.


You sure as hell aren't earning them.

modern art.

Incinerating the Mona Lisa, leveling the Sistine Chapel and tearing apart the Guernica would put a huge smile on my face, knowing that I'd freed something beautiful.

Give me something to like.

I'm not entirely sure I can handle this stuff. I force my eyes into tunnel vision in a hope to ignore all the negative things you so openly wave in front of my face. I look through to the beautiful parts of you; of us.

The vision is getting very, very narrow, and once it closes completely, I won't see anything... not even the beautiful parts.

That is when I'll walk away.

NV.

If you're reading this, than its probably for you.
I'm grateful, for you and your friendship.

Let's sail blindly, together... into the vast ocean called 'life'.

blindfold.

We look but we do not see.

Who really takes the time to look at the stars, and think of what they are... what they represent. They're like people in our lives, shining brightly... but we don't notice, no matter how bright they shine, it won't matter if we don't look at the sky to see.

Even if we do, who's to say we'll notice that one specific star, it will just blend in with the rest, not appearing to be special at all.

It is special, they are all special... but it doesn't matter. If stars aren't noticed, what hope do we have?

Nothing matters.
Not society, not religion, not you and definitely not me...

Tear on.

When you reach the peak of anything, you have to know it goes down on the other side... and you have to accept that, not fear it.

Together

We're exactly where we need to be.

This blog is titled.

Nothing is every truly good enough, perfection is just an opinion and the cold and the black abyssal nothingness stretches on forever.

My Pursuit.

Longing, waiting, wanting and hoping.
Disappointment has greeted me at every step of the way.

It's a tunnel, it's cold and black and full of unknown and nothingness. Its cramped, it adds pressure to the situation, its hard to breathe, difficult to keep the end in sight through the cold and the black. There is only two directions, forward... to something that could be amazing, and backward... slinking back to a dark place that no one ever wants to be. At least the reverse path leads to something I know exists, the forward... to something I only dream of, happiness.

undesirable; unavoidable

It's gone from feeling 'trapped' in a place that we didn't want to be.
To being literally trapped in a place we don't recognize as being a trap... yet.

We're all in the work force, unknowing slaves to consumerism and materialistic values, all the things we said we'd never be are happening one at a time and there is nothing we can do.

We will lose our grand ideas, our plans to make the world a better place. Like water, all the potential to be any shape possible, and yet after time, it stops thrashing. It sits idle in whatever container you put it in.

A simple bowl shaped pool, slowly turning to ice.

We are the next generation of parents and guardians and politicians, scientists... we're the future in every industry. As amazing as this sounds, we will all settle to boring people we said we'd never be... and fill the roles of all those failures telling the next generation they can be whatever they want to be.

Lies and utter deception, we're limited by far too much personally, and socially.

Cute joke though.

Car Chase

I'm strapped in, it's too late to bail,
I'll follow this as far as it goes.

Halted Progression.

We've met outside, walked over to the door.
Had everything ready, hand on the handle.
Turned it, and stepped into the doorway,
and here we stand dormant...
waiting... to take the next step.

Sacrificial Development.

Life is lights.
We need it to function, but too bright and we can't.
It seems we all hold a candle, our own flame that symbolizes our life. For ours to shine brighter, we need to stand alone, away from the other flames and put those out around us to make ours brighter and more noticeable. Only through crushing the hopes and dreams of others can our own be truly achieved.

Struggle

Monotony is all consuming and completely unavoidable, like running over quicksand.

I believe in her.

Trust isn't all that important at all really. The entire concept is fake.

Trusting someone doesn't change what they do or how they act, it simply an understanding of how likely they are to do things that would hurt you, its just another label.

Having trust in someone doesn't actually mean anything... yet it means so much to all of us.

Desire

If I were blind, I'd miss your face.
If I were deaf, I'd miss your voice.
If I were numb, I'd miss your skin.

And even though none of these apply,
I still miss you as if they did.

Choice.

We all have so many opportunities we do not always see and opportunity cost plays a huge factor in our lives.

If we take one thing we miss out on an almost infinite amount of others with that one choice. Is what you get really worth what you lose?

It has to be justifiable, you HAVE to make a choice. I'm sure if we could, we'd all just coast along waiting for external factors to make up our minds for us, but it's not realistic or efficient chronologically.

Sometimes there is a split decision with two things you want, in most cases you don't pick one in fear of losing the other and end up losing both.

Our lives can change so significantly by one or two simple choices that could have gone either way...

The possibilities scare me.

TAAOSDLCWRBARHSAS represent.

She's my excuse to wear a smile
on this, the brightest day in a while.

Lament.

I still keep the left side of the bed for you. It's yours whenever you want it.


Talk to me...

The sweetest of dreams.

There was truth in the stories I told you.
It's not too late... I still want this, do you?