do you think, when god created us, they immediately realized their mistake? the angels must have hated us they should they do.
imagine being the perfect epitome of a being, only to be cast aside for those who create nothing but unbridled chaos. "it’s what makes them perfect" they said once, when one of the angels asked about it "the chaos?" Gabriel asked "their humanity."
i'm convinced none of them understood exactly what “humanity” means, and we don’t either.
the day that i reach the end of the road, when i meet earth, and my soul is the only thing left and it just so happens that the god I write about turns out to be real, i hope they let me ask this question just once
I, for one, know I should be up and moving round. Round and round. And now and then, I do, what I'm supposed to do. But now and then, I also dig a hole or two, so the odds of me doing what I am supposed to do are slim. My homework's, in my bag. I am looking, quite sad. I don't want to do anything, today. And every day goes the same, so please don't make me do a thang. Because I, for one, am having oh so much fun.
Just a funny poem about my procrastination! (also it reminds me of Belle from Beauty and the Beast!)
Why can't i just sleep without dreams And not dream about you for a night I don't want to die Nor do we want to live Live for those scarse seconds Of absolute happiness But I feel nothing And When This feels I feel you And i'm still not supposed to