Connect with people you've never met, people you already know, and people you are destined to find

Protect yourself, your loved ones, and even a stranger walking down the street

Respect yourself, the people around you, and our earth we all call home.

You fail to see the beauty inside you, you can't see the person I'm staring at.
I am screaming at you and you can't even hear me. I am begging for you to just look in the mirror and see what I see.
I see a man, with curly brown almost black hair. A dimple on each cheek, and misplaced freckles that make your face like a painting from van gough.
I see the poems thought up inside your head, just not being able to write them down because you don't want the criticism.
I see a ten year old boy, living with his best friend at the time cause his mom was an addict and his dad was a drunk.
I see a boy with sad eyes crying because he doesn't feel loved from the world surrounding him.
I see a boy yelling and cursing at his parents for bringing him into this unfaithful world, crying out for attention that he thinks he doesn't deserve.
But now,
I see a man who is stronger than his demons.

It's 3am and the moon is casting a shadow across your face, for some reason I can't sleep, but you've been gone for hours. Wrapped around my body like a prison.

It's 4am and I can't stop thinking about the stars and how they light up all this darkness in our lives.

It's 5am and the clouds are starting to get lighter, the sun is peeking trying to escape the darkness. The blinds are shut but mind eyes are bloodshot and open, starring into the nothingness but these four walls.

It's 6am and I can hear the birds singing in the trees. The Suns almost out and I can't feel my feet.

It's 7am and it's shining through the blinds, your eyes are awakening as mine are watery, and tears are falling down my cheekes.

It's 8am and the pain has subsided and my mind drifts slowly to nothing and my eyes are shut. But I hear you whisper good morning.

And it's the same again, repetitive nights and mornings.

I think my heart is starting to decay without you.

Will you still hold me when my body goes numb and I can't even feel my own heart beat, let alone yours?

There was no material, I was just a ball of thoughts,
My body was still but my soul was above me, there was nothingness but yet there was everything. I could feel all the molecules that make up my living body. I died, and came back within seconds. I didn't see a god, I didn't see a hell. There wasn't a light or darkness, it was just an empty space, full of all my thoughts, it's as if when we die, all we see and all we seem is but a thought within another thought. Nothing more, and nothing less. Thoughts and thinking processes, when we are alive we think, and when we die we continue thinking. Mindfilled nothing's, born to think. And born to die, thinking. We are a consciousness.

Stop telling me there is a god, and that he wrote this novel called the bible that shows you good morals. Stop telling me his son Jesus died for us, so we can live through him. Stop. If there was a man so mighty and powerful, why would innocent people die, why would people ******, betray, and lie? Why would we all decieve eachother and hurt our beloved? Why would human nature as a whole destroy everything in its wake?
Jesus Christ doesn't have the answers, God can't speak to you through the clouds and the light that shines. There are scientific explanations for why things happen, but there is no possible theroy telling us to ******, to love, to lie. It's in our blood, but God didn't make us this way. The devil didn't curse us.
Everyone fails to remember that the devil was gods favorite angel. We are all cold till the bone, no warmth in our souls. So stop telling me there is a man out there with love in his eyes and brown locks of shiny hair, wearing a white satin robe and leather sandals with Caucasian skin.
The universe is what we were made to believe in, the stars in the sky will align and tell you the truth, the planets and the moon.
The flowers will grow and wildlife will sing.
Stop believing in something you can't touch, nor feel.
Start believing in the nature surrounding you, it's everywhere. Your just failing to see it.