What if I'm so broken
That the only way I know how
To be loved
Is to be hurt?

There's much more to life than what you want and need
There's others out there with more important needs
But life is full of selfish people ignoring the pain
Or so it seems
All people can see is what THEY have to gain
Look at life beyond whats only in YOUR mind
Think about the hurt of others and what they find
Inside yourself is something much more than you can see
All you need to do is put aside what's in your own world
And think outside the box to whats outside the things you believe

You lay here in bed thinking you will always be here, till the day you die. You lay in bed, having anxiety or excitement on the days to come, but its never certain. Life is never a positive, only death. I lay in my bed worrying about bills or work and never stop to think "will I even wake up tomorrow?" Because its a given. I love my life one day at a time. Ill go to work like im supposed to, ill love like im supposed to, and ill pay my taxes like im supposed to. Other then that ill live each day like I wont wake up tomorrow, but just in case I do, I do what im supposed to.


My father will never know if he will wake the next day, nor will I know. Fear of death is lossing precious life, for each time we fear we lose a bit of happiness we could have had if we only excepted what we do not understand, and we always fear what we do not understand.

Driving on the road,
140,
but don't worry,
Not out the ordinary
Just on a cruise,
While I got my winter blues
Passing seasons,
Call to reason.
Fall to winter
Spring to summer.
Fade away,
Like a glimmer.
It's just a trip,
Something you shall not strip
Beauty in it's essence,
Freshness is the incense
It might be the same route,
day by day.
Yet always looks different,
No matter what you say.
That's the difference,
The side effect.
Changes often,
You only see the defects
Live in the present
Take it for what it is,
Give it freely,
Without having to feel what really is.
At the end,
Or so you thought.
It all comes crashing,
Unless you fought.
You're still here and alive,
This is the work of The Sublime
This is where you come to line
This is where you're meant to shine
It's where you come to question,
All the things you should have to listen
The things that really matter,
The small joys in life,
That are in plain sight

Cream-colored cadavors cascade down the currents in the creases  and crevices that are the carnival of Creation crying their crusades.