My mind never stops. No matter what is happening around me, i find myself thinking, concentrating on the word around me. I am for ever thinking, and creating things. I'm posting some of these thoughts in hopes that i might find someone who can relate.
Who are we? Why are we here? Why do we force ourselves to conform into somehing that we hate? Loose ourselves to the degree we can no longer believe in anything. Especially in orselves. Living a lie, until it eats you out inside and you can hate anymore. You can't feel. Now your old. Now you have died. It's not when your body stops... It's when your soul stops that you are truly dead.
Life. What is that? How do we explain to a chyld its delicate importance. It's fragile shell, and all of the horrers it will hold. The pain she will encounter during every second... the importance of this agony. The neccesity to never forget to love. For every daylight there is a nightfall. For every kiss there is a bite. For every time someone makes love, there is a rape, a stolen innocence. Every smile has a tear. It' enought to make you not want to live anymore. To wish for the end of this magickal gift. We keep forgetting. While there is a rape, tear, a bloody scream. The smile, the love, the dreams must never die.
Words~simple~ carved into the train window, tinting the light from the setting sun. Standing hard for all the world to see. A plead. A cry. It screans the si,ple truth. It's silent scream, there for anyone who would listen. "Trying to do what's right in a world that's so wrong."
I don't know how to explain how i feel right now. That emptiness inside me. Like something is missing. My soul is yearning for something, yet it refuses to tell me what. I don't know to appease this pain any more.
Have you ever realized the total irony in the world? How you can wish, and hope, and dream your day away~ but the line is never crossed. Your dreams will never become reality. And eventually the truth will strike you. All these years you spent waiting were nothing but a waste. You lost so much.
What is the existence we call life? What about it causes us to live, inspite of the hell & pain we are put through. The pain fro ourselves, our families, our neighbors, our friends? Friends... I laugh at this word. I laugh at all the hypocracy that surrounds this thing that we all cry out for. This thing that we insist we need, yet we can't even comprehend what this means. It's not human nature to truly become friends to all. Believing this can only cause yourself to be hurt~ to be decieved. Even if you truly know what a friend is. She might not be aware of its true reason for the existence. Death is inevitable.
I'm dieing. I can feel it. I can feel my body dieing away, each living breath eating away at my soul. I can'tt ake it. Make it stop. The fire's too close..mommy, i'm melting. I'm melting into the rush, pulsating vien.. i'm bleeding into this slit waterfall... help me mommy, i'm scared. why won't you help me? pleeze.. take me away from here.. fly me away.. you can fly mommy.. you were always to great, pleeze, why won't you save me? why....
I never tried to understand the distant flapping of souls yearning to breath in smog filled air. Death swirling, dancing, tripping into our minds, eyes souls. OUr lungs filing with putrid hatred. And all the little sparks of light, of life, are closed and dead. buried six feet under with the little dreaming boy who decided that pride and impressions was more important then life. A wave of white powder... sand... powder... smothering him until his eyes were no more. There is no more. We are dieing, killing babies, killing children, killing the tiny puppy you played with once, a long time ago. You are killing your own world. You are killing yourself
