Synchronitities

It's 11.11 again,
AM through to PM,
Just to see you again,
In all your simplicities.

11.11 again,
Now tell me what's the relevance,
When I see you there,
Lying in sentimentality,

You got the 411,
Telling me just about anything,
That you can breath,
Steals your rationality.

11.11 again,
The sentence that won't ever end;
Caught up in a comma coma,
Blinded by the clarity,

11.11 again,
I seen it on the TV screen,
What does it mean to you & me,
Simple sequenced synchornities

Pain is inside us all
much like fear
consuming us
making us rip ourselves apart
Pain grabs us by the hair,
flailing us to and fro
like a new toy
that they can't put down.
Pain is a dark cloud within you
nobody else can see it
but it burns deep within you
eating at you
making you deteriorate from the inside out
You decompose until there really isn't anything left
except to survive.
Pain controls us all...

I don't have any....
Like at all....
No way would this work...
I'm leaving anyways,
There is no time for anything
At all
To happen

Friends are the "worth it" factor in life
Connecting with people you never thought
Imaginable to be close to you
Connecting with others from different experiences
Friendship really is a magical thing,
Friendship is patients
With that one problem that you've had enough of hearing
Friendship is bonding
That one "stupid" activity that actually makes you laugh in the end
Friendship is caring
That moment you risk your white shirt for lipstick to lay their head in your shoulder to cry
Friendship is just being there
Being there anytime, to just say I love you, best friend, or just a small gesture letting them know you're thinking if them
Friendship is Love

Thousands of
Missiles
Are aimed
At my heart,
But yours
Was the first to
Strike.