I am content.
The time on my wrist tells me that I exist
It seems I spend the most of it in my dreams.
Of course it's better than having to deal with what is real, because when I sleep I do not feel..maybe.
Surrounded by love on a daily
All your negativity and hate does not phase me.
Eye listen to what is within and really try to comprehend the fact that
happiness does not ever have to end.

My mind is elsewhere most of the time.
         Please,
look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
                                      Is it me?
Am I what you thought I'd be?

Try to understand why I seem so distant
Show some interest in yourself

Play me a song that makes you smile,
          that'll be what my heart clings to
                         when you are no longer near me.

Everyday I learn. Whether it be about a personality, or why the sky is blue. I don't get to decide what interests me or what kind of conversations I will have tomorrow.
1:36 am. Hawaii.  Laying in confined, muggy, dark, room.
The others are fast asleep, somewhere in their deepest thoughts, I suppose.
& Here I am reaching into myself for some sort of comfort. So far away from anything familiar, but this song it brings me closer to home.
Past relationships with people I barely know now, they haunt me.
Most are living a life I am blind to.
Am I just a faint memory which lies deep within their bones ? Or possibly nothing at all. It kills me to not know. I let it.
It is best we do not question this earth and it's purpose or even our own for that matter.
Life is as simple as breathing, yet I find myself gasping for air.
Humans forget that we are all just humans.
2:06am. Hawaii. Laying in a dark room, and I can finally close my eyes and drift off into the unknown parts of my own self.

universe sends to me a sense of love. This love then conquers the negative energy which uncontrollably resides within me.
Pride takes a loss, and the ego sits quietly surrounded by its own walls unable to reach my soul.
A gift was given to me, and I invite You to share with me this feeling of compassion.

I've been thinking that I've been thinking too much.
Took myself back to when I barely knew a thing and found some things.
The smoke like texture of love would soon fill the room and I inhale/exhale.
I look up into the night sky and see something you should be seeing. The significance of 1:09 remains a mystery to me.
Remember that time you
Forgot
It's so simple to Delete.
I was suppose to do this thing but
Ok, I'm going with the flow but I can't swim
The point is
I'm figuring **** out.

I woke up and now I can't sleep.
Too many thoughts.
The strangest feeling lives inside me right now.  I'm not sure what to make of it.
A stranger appeared at my doorstep the other day. I made a mistake when I let her in.
Taking advantage of my hospitality.
She brought with her all this negativity. Too much for me to deal with so I made her leave.
But for some reason the calmness I had acquired before is now gone. There's a small part in me that attempts to panic.
Why did I let her in? Everything was fine. I was fine.
Her negativity still seems to linger. Something like the haunting aroma of leftover food even after you've gotten rid of it all.
The water in my eyes begin to form tiny droplets that slide down the skin of my face and fall onto my favorite shirt. Why you gotta make me ruin my favorite shirt?
I then realize that letting you in again would be a decision I will forever regret.
So now I must gather myself, clean up the mess you've made, change my shirt, and start over.

The universe does not scare me, but the thought of choking,
gasping for life,
hands on neck like I'm choking myself,
my only thought being 'I Cannot Breathe'..
That. That scares me.

I get inspired when I'm tired.

One minute I'm floating through happy thoughts, next I'm questioning my own existence.
Caught in the negative; it ***** me in without my permission.
Energy weakens, mind wanders.

Do you ever just look up into the sky and realize that you're just a spec of nothing on a planet in a galaxy within a universe?
I often sit and wonder if I will ever know the truth.
I'm running out of time, or time is running out of me.