night of truth, rainy september the twenty-third
truth of our movements spread out like wings of a bird
listening so closely from the noise heard so near
making sure each vowel was inhaled, loud and clear
to touch on this subject of struggles and previous
was all at once taken over by the success and the devious
two souls alike, seperated until rain
cast upon windy roads, spoken too little in vain
for the world does not exist without the five senses
the idea of this woman, cross imprinted on his hands as he clenches

Future

Intangible

Harassing thoughts

Unravelling the present

Denying the past

Unknown

Future

Present

Incomprehensible

Seen but not known

Single minds see different

Patterns of the past

Misunderstood

Present

Past

Comforting

Lessons taught

Events, views argued

Memories decay

Fluid

Past

Time

Malleable

Slow and fast

Dependant on Thought

Rooted in life

Continuous

Time

We depend on time,

Time depends on us.

Tragic.

Laughs echo down
the halls around you.
Your are seperated from
the happiness.
You have to remind yourself:
I exist.

Everyone around you
is talking.
You are seperated from
their madness.
You have to remind yourself:
I exist.

Lives seem to move on
around you.
You are seperated from
the adventure.
You have to remind yourself:
I exist.

In night and day:
I exist.
In time and history:
I exist.
I have flesh and a heart:
I exist.

As painful as it is to walk, it's the most beautiful thing.

sometimes
i think
it'd all be easier
if i
simply
never
existed

Back in time to the beginning,
A queen from the future ruled,
Dreams on her heart
Holding on and cutting deep like knives.
She knows never to return back to where she came.
Rule, rule, endowed by God,
Then run away--
She cannot taste of the bittersweet drink yet.
Living hundreds of years
In isolation
Then learn how to be a lady of the court.
She still cannot handle the memories
Of those she left first--
The ones who weren't here.
Again she hides as the world shifts,
She comes again, then goes again,
Waiting for what she lost and is destined to gain
At the beginning of time.

"So what kind of guy are you into?"

*"The hypothetical kind... They're the only ones who don't leave a path of destruction in their wake."

If not for ourselves
We would have nothing
No experiences
No loves
No friendships
No thoughts
It is for our existence
That we purely exist
It is through ourselves
That we experience
Not just ideas or thoughts
But we experience ecstasy
Don’t ask yourself what is happiness
Ask yourself why exist to strive for happiness
A thought that has eluded great philosophers
Instead experience existence
Enjoy the breeze
And live for the sack of living

Should I be given the choice,
I walk the path
which frightens me most
because
we should exist
with bursts of life
to awaken our existence
rather than
to spend eternity
in endless slumber