Today is a day that I want to feel
Happy
Will you be the reason I do?

Tomorrow is a day I hope to feel
Love
Will you be the reason I do?

And when I feel I am ready

to feel happy and love

for the rest our crazy existence

you will be the reason

I do.

Oh, inspiration.
How i desire you yet seem to drive you away.
I strive for you,
look for you in every inch of every corner.
You strike unforgivingly just like lightning, though it seems the latter is more likely.
I receive you most from others; from what they’ve been inspire to do.
I hope that maybe sometime this can be an inspiration to you.
Oh, inspiration-

There is a wonder to be found in the circle of death.
They way that you die countlessly to those in your life.
They themselves die over and over as well.

A child dies to a mother when the mother is no longer a lifeline. When a child looks to other things for means of fulfillment. When a child moves forward.
The child is dead.

A friend dies to a friend when they no longer are on the same wavelength. When they can no longer see the same sunset. When a friend moves forward.
The friend is dead.

A partner dies to a significant other when they can no longer be the haven needed. When they are no longer one. When a partner moves forward.
The partner is dead.

You are all of these things and yet you can die in any combination. The circle of death continues and you continue your rebirth, until you die once more.

It continues until your soul can no longer take it, and you die once more.

You die once more and now those around you may no longer revel in your cycle. This saddens them.
You are dead.

You can ****** your whole mind just by using it too much.
A total genocide of anything good in your head.

You don't need any bullets and guns, bayonets, or bombs.

Your thoughts have that covered.

A Civil War everyday, always the same loss.

Just remember that all wars start with conflict.
So maybe it's time to surrender.

There's only a disagreement if you let there be.

Be who you are, and agree to accept it.

You have issues trusting people?
I have issues not trusting people.

I knew my best friend for a day before she stabbed my in the back.

wow, If you cant trust someone you met that day, who can you trust?

Some lack the decency to love others. The connection between humans
-people-
has become much too weak, while the judgment and disregard of stranger has become much too strong. Our guards up, noses down, and business to our own. However when the negatives this world contains are taken into consideration, it mustn't be all that bad to love first of all.
Before you

Judge
Demean
Hate
Neglect
other human beings

Love first of all

I remember how I felt when you grabbed my hand in outer space.

I’m scared of outer space unless your hand is in mine.

You took me to the moon, that’s where we sat and gazed upon the stars.

You took me to the sun where you kissed my forehead and told me everything was ok.

I'm scared of space but it’s ok because you were there.

And the shooting star we danced on, that was the same one that I wished upon.

I wished you loved me.

Because outer space is really my head, your Love was merely a daydream.

Beautiful is not a word to be tossed around lightly.
-That's why I use it so often-

Has there ever been a person that you’ve met, loved, and lost all in just a couple of hours?
It may sound weird,  but it happens.

He spoke the first word
I spoke the last.

His eyes cut through to the center of my soul. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he knew that what I wanted was for him to talk to me.
Like he knew before I did.

It really is strange to think about, how I don’t know where he is, nor do I have proof that he exists.
He does.
He exists to me like the inevitability of death.
Just as dark, just as strange.

I often think about him, thinking about me.
I really don’t know though, if I ever cross his mind.
I guess that is why it is so strange to me, that we see the same moon, live similar lives, but we may never see each other again.

He spoke the first word
I spoke the last.



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And to think, I could’ve changed that.
I could’ve I could’ve asked him for some way to continue our conversations.
To allow us to grow closer.

But I didn’t.

I spoke the last word.

I watched him leave the room.

I watched him exit my life.

I wonder how my life would’ve changed,
If he uttered the first word,
And the last had yet to be spoken.