Turmoil.
The epic adventure begins.
Dead trees surround the sadness within.
Beauty is free.
Beauty is ******* free.
I'll never fall in love again, so you're just wasting your time.
Give up before you begin.
I am nothing.
I am flesh, and bone, and skin covered with scars.
My body is just a body
Use me, abuse me.
**** me, **** me up. **** me hard.
Make me ******* feel.
Make me numb.
Make me give up.
I already have.
Searching for a way out without the inevitable let down.
**** all of you.
******* all.
I don't give a **** about any one of you *****.
People are meaningless and forgettable, as are words and motions and ******* time.
Time.
Time is ******* precious and I've spent enough of it.
I'm spent.
I'm fading.
All I will ever be is a memory, if ever you even remember.
Will you remember me?
As time moves forward, memories get lost in translation.
Translating the name.
Translating sanity,
I am not sane.
I give up.
I'm pulling away, pushing closer to plan A.
I'm a fleeting thought.
I am human after all.
All those born will someday die, and die alone.
Nobody really gets anyone, nobody ******* understands.
I mean, they say they do, like they have you all figured out, but lying has come as second nature.
The ultimate lie being "I'm fine."
I'm fine, I'm ok, I'm breathing today.
I'm breathing today and I guess that's ok.
Conforming my inner self to live outwardly for others.
****.
Just give me hope.
A change of scenary.
A better thought process.
All I've ever known is dependency.
It's a shame. I preach peace, and clarity.
But really that's not me.
I am a distraught thought of past tragedy.
A tape on replay.
Half the time I'm naked, it's not you who's ******* me.

there's a void in my chest
It's succumbing its way from the inside out to the black hole right at the centre of it ...
all these atrocities surrounding me
all these past doings and future things yet to be done flashing like a strobe light upon my face
wanting to be bigger than myself
experience something worldly
i feel like giving away my soul to the universe

I wonder
How does it feel?
To keep grasping at it
Yet never the real thing

For you are too afraid

You dance the dance
Know the movement
But again I wonder
With ache in my heart

If you know the warmth that should come with it?

Maybe one day
You’ll come to know it
That rush and loss of breath
And nevermore

Will you have to pretend

The place changes and goes
Like a wind like clouds
Like the trace of the heart
No place for a halt

There is a place so far away
And be far apart

People's hands doesn't reach
So merely has a worship
The place is a lofty lord
And can't meet nobody puts on

Losing the place
So lofty which changes
Not all were desired
However we're never sad or tired

These are the lies, they say

Still there's a place which is far away
Buried in deep snow

Like a dying-castle
Like the head of the shade

Yet, we didn't even know
Figure will be thrown away

These are the lies, they say

I should sleep;
birds almost chirping,
daylight threatens about
but my eyes do not droop.

I should sleep;
but my heart beats furiously.
I have not forgotten.

I should sleep;
even owls have fallen,
winds slowing down
but my spirit remains restless.

I should sleep;
but my mind won't let me.
I remember.

For them a short life
Easter lambs cavort no more
dinner on Sunday

Her thoughts were captivating.
A reflection of her beauty.
Eye am amazed by her illustrations
that lie between the creases of her pages,
That I eagerly wait to turn.