The imaginary character
that makes a young soul
believe in it.
Bringing the character
back to life
with a clap.
The touch
that makes the adult soul
believe in it.
Bringing
the heart of the victim
back to life with a touch.
The whisper
that makes an old soul
believe in it.
Bringing the soul back to life as a memory.

Hearing what you want to hear, imagining what you want to imagine.
When someone gives you everything, from the smallest word to the biggest. But what happens now? When the obvious is given and there's nothing left? Now you wait and wonder. Wonder;
what their thinking,
seeing,
hearing,
feeling,
wanting.
Now, you wait.. and wait.. and wait.

I cannot feel ashamed or disrupted
I cannot feel lost or disturbed
by you leaving me...

Only because,


I was thinking of someone else.

i changed from liquid to powder,
Now that you're gone?


powder was to much of a memory

Cheers.

Its a memory captured forever, in its own little flat object, that can be torn with the slightest touch.
Sometimes its all we have left of a previous adventure or maybe the night that no one remembers.
Humans need to treasure these moments for as long as they can, some might not want to because of reasons, others might not be able to control what they forget.
Memories will fade and turn into nothing, photos will fade too, but they go black and white and stay forever.

something came along
and now?
now i feel its going to be like

Every

Other

Time.

Fight the problem.
Not the person.

It's not on purpose
You make me nervous
Voices in my head
Pushing through the surface

He lives in the corners of her brains.
Eats away what she doesn't want to know, what he won't let her know
He lives in the corners of her lungs.
Eats away what toxins that are left from the freshness of the air she absorbs, what he wont let her absorb.
He lives in the corners of her soul.
Eats away the cravings and past damages of her life, what he doesn't want her to feel.
Simon is;
What Mary Thinks
What Mary Absorbs
What Mary Feels

A soul is being able to exist in earth. Being able to feel and consider yourself a beautiful creature that was put here for a reason. A soul is something that has all of you in once place and it already knows everything you like and the emotions you carry and the moves you make. It's the brain for our whole body and why you do the things you do. It's a map that you don't know, but it knows.

Your soul is what makes a human  
a human,
a cat  
a cat,
a fish
a fish.

Do things for you and no one else.
Eliminate try from your vocabulary and just do it.
Everyone has 20 seconds to do something courageous, use them daily.
Do something that scares you once a month.
Never give up.
Spite people, because people hate when you're happier then them.
Give yourself the satisfaction of living every day with no regrets.
Give only ***** to those who matter.

Live by these on a daily  basis. No matter how upset I get , or how lost I get these always stay with me. You will get out of this mess.
You always have and you always will.

The good ones come once in a blue moon,
but the average story shows up every day.
Each sentence explaining the story,
giving more detail and thought to it.
Making it come to life by re-reading it over and over again.
Stories can be the smallest story ever written or the biggest story ever told,
but sometimes the stories are forgotten and left untold.

The one that can save any human,
someone in the littlest distress,
or someone in the most.

You saved her.

You've saved everyone you've come into contact with.
As for the one you couldn't save; it constantly reminds everyone of someone, someone who can't be and shouldn't be gone.
The affect it put on you, the look in your eye when you drift off into the distance.

Sometimes superman needs his own super hero saving.

This thing, all things devours; Birds, beasts, flowers
                                                       Gnaws iron, bites steel
                                                       Grinds hard stones to meal
                                                       Slays kings, ruins towns
                                                       And beats high mountains down.

As time grows on,
My memories of you grow thin.

First;
Our last goodbye
Last;
Our first hello