Life is like a waterfall. It never stops, time never freezes. It keeps on going, weather you want it to stop or not. Its always moving and there's is always an uneven flow to it. It even gets choppy at times.

I watch you go down in the winter.
But, I watch you come up in the summer.

Your some how unpredictable, but yet your still bright. You set my rainy day aflame, even if I didn't ask.

You are my flame, you are my Sųŋ.

You inspire me to keep writing.
You inspire me to continue fighting for what "I" belive in.
You make me want to prove you wrong.
To show you I'm so much more than a torn page in a book.
To show you everything I do doesn't come from a dark place.
What I listen to, what I write & what I say. You belive it comes from an evil place.

Why?

Song: James Arthur X
By: Long Live The King

Tɦɛ ɮɛst tɦɨռɢs tɦat ɨռ ʟɨʄɛ aʀɛ ռօt ʄʀɛɛ. Tɦɛʀɛ ɨs aʟաaʏs a քʀɨċɛ tօ քaʏ, ɛʋɛռ ʄօʀ tɦɛ sʍaʟʟɛst օʄ tɦɨռɢs. Yօʊ aʟաaʏs ɦaʋɛ tօ աօʀҡ ʄօʀ աɦat ʏօʊ աaռt, ɮɛċaʊsɛ tɦɛʏ աօռ't ċօʍɛ ɛasʏ. Nօtɦɨռɢ ɨռ ʟɨʄɛ ɨs ɛasʏ.

Different diaries, same sad stories
Hear them calling, late in the night

Devils haunt me, they all want
All I can do is let them inside
Right from the flame, into the fire

Have a cigarette, black my coffee
Say a prayer for you, just to **** time
No, I won't lose, I'm not confused
I'm so consumed, I'm raging and violent

I would rather be dying on a forest floor,

Then to be behind bars that hold me captive.

The feeling of loneliness is slowly crawling back up my spine,
to my brain, down to my heart,
about my legs, on down to my toes and
back around again. A viscous cycle.
Cruel?
I think not!
Over, never.
Round & round I go, till it gets tired.



Or I eventually go numb.