By
Chaotic
Uncertain
Strange
Questionable
Quantifiable means

To take us back to understanding
Who we already are.
What will happen is infinity.
The consequence is perfection.
The root of that being Love.
You can’t understand perfection,
Because it doesn’t exist.
Read between the lines.

Whenever I say goodbye to someone,
It takes me back to all the memories,
Where people left me,
Where i left someone,
And every single time it hurts so much more than it actually is.

It's’ easier to suffer
than it is to love,
love is in the wait,
suffering is in the now.

With grief I am with defiant ,intuitional  in fire  ,
Death her love , cure her loneliness.
Beside my petal  my roses , red to blue  October.
Me and us  in summer,
      

, mama cries her eyes  its noting like her stars
Her sparkle  once stolen. grief, when I was  defiant .My little blue nights  with tense of passion.the warmth of  kisses , it’s thus little frosty lies.
  
With grief I am defiant ,intense sophisticated, my raw raged lover

Stop looking down
Why do you decide
To walk a fine line?

There's more to this world
And you deserve better
Than tiptoeing a wire
That limits
Your direction

l.v.s

its always been a wonder to me,
what keeps everyone waking up every morning ?

what gets you out of bed?

what can be so strong
that overcomes the want to not exist .

or is it just me ?