Sometimes when you get to that time in your life, where everything makes since, with out confusion...
You find that you have no friends, and you become this "man" who learns how to use the feeling of emptiness and how life is meant to understand how to be okay with that of which we were brought up.
To feel this man made view point of creating this thought process of originality, demands an equal kindred spirit of sharing the building blocks kids used to fight over.
Our conscience tells us what's best, no more first words learned. No and meanings of the title a guardian is labeled are slowly diminished from our dependence.
Growing up is a confusing past. Something we shouldn't think about...
Falling in love over and over can deplete the respect you have for yourself.
Seeing the life you learn the word "No." from, as it falls apart in front of your eyes, as the years fly by and the days feel forever.
Creates this moon of them to stick in your mind.
I'm finally realizing I loved too much and gave it my all.
I suffered enough and forgot to let the other side in.
All I do is push rewind to a spotless sunshine.
I do my job and I move on.
Not seeing what I am leaving behind.
I've got it all (most) always when I get there, but then the pieces they just fall apart. (Modest Mouse)
I wonder whats next, afraid of the darkness.
I fear growing old and being alone in my man made hell.
The point of life is to spread the seed and experience what life has to offer.
But being brought up with our stained t.v. of a memory, we rape whats left of our dignity that keeps the ones around we love.
I have let a piece of my self die.
To be a better man, I have to find myself where I left off and make a new one.
A family is what's missing in this state where I die.
We fear this end of year.
An empty bed as dreams manifest...