God created earth
Man created destruction
God created trees
Man created disruption
God created rain
Man created pollution

God created man
Man created Greed
God created love
Man created Cheat

God created peace
Man created execution
God created rest
Man created death

God created commandments
Man created laws

God created us
Man created mistrust.

Desire is a dangerous thing. Almost as dangerous as hope.
The moment you feel a hunger in your soul for something, it can own you.
I do not enjoy being owned, but I am bent.
A longing bows me towards the life I want, the girl I want, the peace I want,
But I resist it
Simply because I know that I could not withstand the hope that I might have it.
It is a delicate balance to be struck, though, because without any desire,
Without any tightening of your chest to guide you through life, you are.... cut adrift.
This can be scarier than being tractor-beam pulled toward a situation you can see ending badly, because then you are pulled toward nothing.
Nothing has gravity,
Nothing has weight, and it dismays you to find that although you no longer have to run
From your secret, devastating wishes
By drowning out the silence when the sun sets,
You must still run in the same way, but this time from the knowledge that you don't know what to wish for.
Desire is a dangerous thing.
Dangerous in presence and dangerous in lack.
Do you understand how fragile it is that we are human? How vulnerable? How shaky and unsure?
This skin that barely holds us in imprisons us well, because we are just a little bit more afraid to leave it
Than we are terrified to stay.
It is a dangerous, dangerous thing to be a person.
To want anything.
To want nothing.
There is no safety. It is a truth that will always rub me like a rock in my shoe that I can't dislodge.

there was always something about my life,
in a way that it wasn't my own.
loss is just another thing waiting outside the door

you should never look to a parent
and see nothing in their eyes
its terrifying that we're all just tearing out each other's insides

i'm waiting for life to come
but this "life" is in my way
it's not my own
it waiting for what someone else will say

and for me theres just no future
just your own in your narrow eyes
those empty threats aren't words anymore
because death isn't a lie

i've been beating my head against the door
because you were waiting to leave
i felt the pain more
because it was wrong and all that i could see

heartbreak seeping down the walls
sweat and tears left on the sheets
and i'm here left waiting
this life isn't up to me

in someway i can't wait to go
but it tears me apart to leave
destructive love turned to tears
i'm blind and i can't breath

Anxiety, like fire,
Needs fuel,
We feed it with fear,
If only,
we can let it burn out.