Inspiration strikes a sadness in my mind
Lightening fires of truth so bright I go blind
Wide awake yet dreaming of another time
Another place where things used to be fine
But in the back of my mind, where that inspiration strikes, I feel alive and alone in the sadness that overwhelms me at times, surrounded by the dream floating behind my eyes uncontrollably, bouncing off my mind getting ideas of time and space and distances between two places, satisfaction and depression, a thin line rests between my eyes, like a target, the bullseye is my soul and it's slowly disintegrating with every shot, look and insult fired my direction.
I'm losing control.
And my dreams are gaining ground, taking over and my reality is lost in the background.
My soul can no longer hear a sound.
I think I've died.
I've tried to come back around, telling myself it'll be alright.
But I lied.

This life has become more than I ever wanted it to be and the future looks even more hopeful as far as I can see.

I loved that stupid boy
And I know he loved me too
But at some time in his childhood
He saw too much abuse
I could say it's not his fault
But that would be a lie
That boy I loved too much
Turned into the wrongest guy

This isn't a poem, so much as an observation.
This website is full of hippies.  
This has got to be the most peaceful and aware place on the entire internet.

there are times when I wonder if I’m really an actual person

separate from the amorphous mass of **** sapiens

every single cell in my body has been replaced already

so nothing is truly the same


and deep down all we want is survival

and I fear nonexistence more than death itself