If you could read my mind, would you listen to what I have to say?
I could hear her crying on the receiver. If you were blind, would there be a point to color? I could feel each tear roll down her cheek. ?Anger? the more I pound this fist, the more broken I become. I can see the blood in my hands. Damn HIM. I?m scared of what I might do.
Please be happy, or let me cry with you.

Not at all?
Time falls in line, once more I am forced to consent. Words in your bed, the last to sleep, and reasons to dream. Your hopes, what I might want. And reason to forgive. The last thing you can say to a lover in the dark. May my love find you one day.

You know any one who you couldn't even think about living without? life?s fucked sometimes. Its fucked now. I got what I want. And I hate my self for it. Funny, it still puts a smile on my face. I just can?t see the wrong, well if it is wrong. Did I get my wish? That is ill only know when its all over. I hate you, I love you. Pick one.
I?m so confused. It?s been some time for poor Morgan. Time alone, time to think, time to forget. Stop asking why. Why not? Would be much better. Why not? I can play the ass. Why not? I can get what I want for once. Why not? I can have what I never wanted. I just don?t know any more. Yet it makes sense.

I know no reasons for my action other than pure lust. Yet I think for the better of its ending course. Can I maintain this blind love, not to punish but to leap a slack. What will come of the girl they call never? Or the boy who would only forever? I hope to seek any answer, under the timeless fight for this disaster. I could only watch my actions fall to place. For the kindness I my lack could bring out the love she once had. I can?t speak more, or I might think this to be the end. Still the each book has a binging, just how long till I read its end.

Realy, stop the bullshit. Each to his own has problems. so keep with the facesucking, and stop bitching. I see no point to this part of my life. You got a Problem? How Cute, well wait your own dam turn. We all lead fucked up lives, save some Consern for the Broken. Then Shoot them all.
Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brians. Fuck Drama, Fuck Post Monderm Fame, and Fuck you A&M Corpus.
*****
Life will go on. you can go forward, with out looking at the past. I remeber being Blind for a long time. Now is one of those days.

Somtimes it just won't burn.
Dam it all.

A blaze in the heart can only die if you allow the justification go away. There is no reasoning, no rules, no boundaries, and no end to love. Make a spark and hope for the flame. But either one can burn you. Some scars are worth keeping. Keep on Burning.
*****
Its hard to predict people. Why is it easy to give up, but hard to let go? Giving up is an acceptance, but letting go is a failure.
i dont know what i want, only who i am.

2nd View
In the filtered glass, you can see no wrong? only beauty. That?s all you wish. Wish your thoughts to reach the other. Wish your Heart to Explode. End the hunger that rests with in your sole. Can you see the Glass? Would I press my hand and rest the passion. Hold the past and die. Break the glass, and the world is lost forever. Then are we lost when there is a lack of influence? I was, but in glass I am blind and I need a light.
******
To night i sat out side. and just when i looked up, the sky fell. i saw the shooting star. but for the first time i changed my wish. and you know. it felt right.
Best wishes to Jamie and Phill. I love you guys.
set an example for everyone. i see it.
ill end with this.

I?LL CONTINUE TO BURN

A New Stride
Break all the enchantments. Take all the stars and lay them down one bye one. Line them up as you see fit. Then chose. Find were you are, find your Stride. Go, move with lights speed, from starlight to starfall. Run, that road in a steady pace. There is no end to this race. Move on with a ghostly gallant, move one with the solar wind. Nearer and nearer, the face burns like a Flame. Rest your eyes from a twinkle. Then find your hope once more. Break Enchantments, and charm your own.

Cold
So sad would my words be now, now in this moment of excitement, and total denial. I can feel the light, but can never see it. It would be blinding if I lashed out and stepped forth right now. I could show my arms, and bare an admiration. Then wait for any acceptance. Pity me to find the open flame that needs nothing more to burn. No kinder, no parchment, no warmth. Burn she will, and smolder shall I. O my dreams end now. this night; I too will admire the choice. So cold. I must live with the joke at my side. Laugh and it hurts, cry and ill find only desperation. With out laughter, with out emotion there is nothing. So cold to be alone.