The ocean is so beautiful tonight .
Usually i think of it as scary but tonight its ok.
I see all the reflections of stars being tainted by waves.
But I'm looking for mars.
Sadly its somewhere in the ocean lost amoung the stars.
If only I could look into the sky.

There once was a king who stayed in a castle

He loved story tellers and listened to them often but mostly at night. sometimes before bed they kept him awake. the story tellers always kept him wondering what happened next so he never stopped listening.

If a story didnt have a happy ending he would have the story teller banished to the dungeon never to be seen again, true or not its time to believe them. he didnt allow them to tell stories of faiding species, the hardships of surviving.. Here.. and how we are all doomed eventually. He only liked stories about books written by ancient deciples, Wounds being healed, lovers meeting from past lives and infinite impossibilities. Those stories with the least evidence most easy to believe.

Some days the king corrected his story tellers “no no no its like this. I’m the king and i know how it goes” he said, “anyway you like your highness” spoke the story teller. The king realized the story made no since so he sent the story teller to the dungeon and asked for a new teller. The dungeon door opened to reveal all the lost story tellers had become ghost on there way to take the king to the dungeon. He tried to ask his gaurds to protect him but they disappeared along with all of the tellers he had in his castle, and he was doomed to spend the rest of his days in the dungeon incased in a dark void of silence

Destined to be silenced

When I come home you'll stop this

We are all being called

Some don't notice

I love you join me we can be together

Ashes to ashes nothing to nothing

Nothing is calling my name

Because I'm "special"

It takes two things in order to twirl a pencil between your fingers.
The pencil and enjoyment of the activity enough to make you want to do so. Take away the enjoyment, and you'll wish to drop the pencil. All that's left now is to convince yourself into letting go.

here now gone later.
its ***** right?
how can we live in the now if we are watching it be pulled right out from under us like a table cloth in a magic trick.
its to fast to enjoy but at least we think its worth it.
its gonna **** when the skin rotts from the last humans skeleton while their bones fade into dirt

Sweet dreams bedroom
Thanks for hosting my slumber