Even when nothing is decided,
even then,
it's time that takes control of the present moment in time and tells all that's going on in the mind.

Moment by moment each moment passes by making the next moment in time all the more important

Even when the next moment in time takes some time to come in,
even then, the moment in time which passes by further raises the level of anxiety.

Over a period of time a lot of time has passed still nothing new has happened.

Neither a revival,
nor any hope.

Everything remains as it is,
very much the same,
nothing seems to have changed.

An anxiety continues to take hold of the mind
Something needs to be done,
something, which is different from routine.
A change from routine needs to be adapted by putting the next step forward.

A little bit of an anxiety acts as a driving force
Anything in excess will spoil the sport
Pick up the right moment in time
Find out exactly what needs to be done
Mark it out somewhere
At the back of your mind be firm when once you have decided what needs to be done.

Now when the need of hour is something different,
then it’s an opportune time to break the ice.
So move ahead and act accordingly

Better face the present moment of time
It's pointless wandering of the mind, if more and more time is spent in ascertaining the future
Definitely something different needs to be done from all that's going on in mind.

The present belongs to you
You own the present moment of time
So see to it that you make the best use of it
Live with the present in the present moment of time
Move ahead in life along with the present moment of time.

Slam your head on a piece of white paper
Until blank ink spills out of your forehead.
Until the ink forms words, phrases, sentences, prose,
Something that will perfectly justify how it feels like to have swallowed
a rock, a planet, a universe.

Find a friend who tells the truth.
Tell her everything and listen to her as she rips out your soul and crush your heart into grains
While she speak of things you already know but you were too stupid not to believe.
Truth heals another truth,
Let it devour you.

Get a rich old man to like you and spend most of your time thinking of the smartest way to stay away from him.
Channel all your energy to your new found fear and disgust.
New problems patch another problem.
Distraction is the key to stop the living from haunting you.

Force yourself to get out of your bed
the moment you first lift your eyelids to check the time on your phone.
Do not nail yourself in there.
Your bed is one of the most dangerous places at this stage,
It is a VCR for mental flashbacks.
Get yourself out of the dark.

We tend to forget exactly where it was we came from.

Those people that died, those people that cried, they were real.

Move on, make more memories until you become one yourself, but never, ever, forget where you came from.

It's the strangest thing
To think you're in love
And then in the end
To not really know what it was.
In the end you start to question
"Does love even exist"?
Because I swear I think I would have
felt it by now if it did.
In the end one mans' hurt weighed on you
Reminds you of all the others
And how they all turned out to be
No different than each other.
In the end you see no light
But that's normal and that's okay
Because soon you will see a new light again
And you will forget all this pain.
That smile to come in the future
Will be worth all this mess
And so just remember these things, my dear
When you start to feel down and distressed.

I’ve desired you too long, oh yes
And I won’t love you anymore, no-
Not the dimples from your sweet wry smile,
Nor the way your swollen, chapped lips go;
The rough to your voice in the cool night;
Or how you’d brush your dry fingers through
That thick brown hair that sweeps your forehead;
No, I shall lose this yearning for you,
Those pastel blue eyes won’t reflect mine;
I won’t pretend your face lights up when
You see me, that we shared a moment;
Nor melt from your silly expressions.
I refuse to love the way you say
My name, all of the time, tone so warm
Or your dull laugh that adds character;
How your awkwardness to me is charm;
A simple grin from you would make my
Day; a few words could transform my week
And you made me so happy in the
Simplest ways; now I must retreat.
I’ll soon forget how you turned my heart
To bubbles, for it will be frozen;
I won’t love you anymore, oh no,
You haven’t given me a reason.
I've said this a million times but this-
This time it's for real, for I can't take
The sinking disappointment welled up
In my chest each time you hesitate.

Wading; feeling the tides come in and go,
just as my good and bad days, you know?
Bad days leave a taste in my mouth, as the ocean water brushes my lips.
Bad days leave me feeling like any progress that was made swimming through the depths, eventually sweep me back farther than I initially started.
Good days leave me feeling like I could swim forever, admiring the horizon and beautiful life given to me.
There are days when I feel like I finally grasped solid ground, and I am able to pull myself back to shore, only to be fooled by this wondrous mind and its clever ways.
But like the tides, it comes and it goes, waiting again for it to cycle, waiting for the chance to escape and get away from the tides that bind.

The Pope Has Landed

i thought i could show you the warmth threw the darkness
I wish i could put back together the things you lost
The past is gone and today is now
We are all not the same but take time to see greatness
I am lost and  sick of battles of of last people who did  u wrong
you fallen but still can get back up
I dreamed of nights of hold you tight
I miss the radom texts
The sound of cute laugh that touched my heart
My hope has fallen apart i can't  get over this wall