The boy stands in rain
Seemingly waiting for something
Alone with silence

We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.

This world.
A place where we're force to live
Under its seemingly endless amount of tests
Apon with it's vast beauty
And hardships to endevor.

What are we searching for?
That's a question I can not answer..

As humans, our intelligences as of now "looks high."
We have an understanding of what's around us, Yet we know nothing at all of why we're here,
If there is any reason at all..

Some of us try to find out our own answers
Although, it's normally just "what we wanted all along."

Maybe the reason we want someone is because, we know we'll all go..

Living forever
We'd have nothing we'd want.
"Like a person who only has money,
They say it can't buy happiness."
So maybe, that's the same with life.

Our happiness comes from knowing we could lose anything,
And that this is actually everything.

Family
Friends
Your love
And all exsperiences of life.

Why else would we rather sacrifice ourselves for another?
Unless the life you have really does means nothing
But everything to someone.
just a concept of another greater importance
A symbol that is "yourself"
Representing the importance of life
With it's meanless definition,
Which to us, is important.

The blind man was asked
"How does this picture look?"
The man then replies,
"Beautiful."
The blind man was then asked
"How so?"
He replies,
"Your forced to see whatever it is,
I get to see whatever I want."

I have noticed all along,
That I was always the the one who was wrong.
Even tho I would try to make it right,
It always seems to lead to another fight.
I just want things to be alright...
But, your answer is to keep me out of sight.
As if you've concluded your own light,
While I still try to give this all my might.
Even tho it may not be bright,
Your worth something to me.
Your worth my life.
So until we talk again,
which I hope we might.
All I can really say is,
Goodnight.

Four walls of white
Looking so wide
While slowly they're closing in.

Lips shut tight
Not a mumble or a sound
The door just won't open.

The Windows have bars
And the tiles are falling
What ever happened to the light?

I'm in a box with one way in,
No way out,
This is not alright...

It's getting cramped.

Look at these walls
They've just turned black..
left all alone
Yet, with a Feeling of being attacked.

I'm scared.

Please don't come tho,
You may be next.

Paying for a sin
That is I.
And just like that
The walls collide.