I came to love simple things.
Like the way people smile while looking at the ground,
Like the way eyes shine when filled with joy,
Like the fresh smell of rain,
Like how children have no worry in the world, filled with courage and innocence,
Like the way a protective mother cradles her new born,
Like seeing a total stranger smiling from ear to ear,
You need to enjoy what life gives you.
There are too many people out there suffering from things some may not be able to comprehend.
We must enjoy the simple things and live our lives with content and satisfaction.

She smiles while she's all warm and cozy, wrapped in her blanket in bed, listening to the rain
sigh
'It's raining...'
smiles and wraps herself tighter with the blanket
'Brings back all the memories I kept buried within...'
closes eyes and smiles brighter
'Well, times have changed but my memories are immortal. Both time and people are unpredictable, ever shifting but in my mind, in my memories... They are immortal. The person I once knew at a time that has long passed, are yet so vivid in the memories that are precious to me...'
rests head on pillow and listens to the rain become harsher yet more soothing to the soul
'I hold those people in my memories close to my heart... The ones long gone, the ones since changed, the ones I had loved.'
sigh*
'The rain brings back memories.'

Why must I be the one to heal those who are broken, wounded and injured?
Why must I be the one to fill those who are empty?
Why must I be the one to love those who are unloved?
Why must I be the one who is so selfless and giving?
Why must I be the one who loves all and hate none?
Why must I be the one to give too many second chances to those who do not deserve it at all?
Why must I be the one to believe that in everyone there is good, regardless of what kind of person they are?
You ask me all these questions, you ask me 'Why do you do all these things?'
Because I still believe in man kind, I still believe there is good in everyone.
As much as there is bad and evil in people, they cannot be totally corrupted...
There is still good in those who are on the wrong path.
I still believe that humanity and altruism is not lost.
I believe that there are people who truly care, truly love,
Even though we are surrounded by negativity such as misery, hate, envy, lust, pain,
I still believe there is good in people, that there is still hope for us all.
I hate war. I hate people suffering.
I hope one day I will be able to make a difference, even if its insignificant, even if its only a little change
I still want to make a difference.
Even if I can save one soul, one person from total distruction...
Then not all hope is lost...

There's just something about them.
I love gazing into peoples eyes.
The eyes of those I love.
Those who I am intimate with.
They are the gateway to the soul,
To the core of an individual.
You can see through their eyes,
The love, The pain,
The passion, The devotion,
The struggles, The triumphs,
That is kept hidden within.
You may be the best actress or actor,
But when looked straight in the eyes,
You become defenseless.
Your eyes renders your mind useless, it betrays the mind.
They show the truth that lies beneath all the skin and bones.
A soft and naive soul who does not want to be harmed.
A soul too scared to show its true colours to the world,
Scared that it will be rejected, ignored, misunderstood.
A battered soul that hides within.
A soul who has become so strong through all the struggles.

So she can't help but shake like an autumn leaf,
Too stubborn to fall and be decimated by the  harsh gushing wind of the autumn storm.
Shes lost in her own thoughts,
In her own little world,
Fearing that all the memories will come crawling out from the black abyss,
The memories she tried so hard to keep buried.
She can't stop shaking.
Why does he have that effect on her?
What is she to do now?
All the feelings that were suppressed are rising from the grave.
Undead feelings,
Immortal feelings that will just never die out.
But she won't give up.
She won't give in to the temptations of 'love'

... Or will she?

I feel like everyone is my enemy here.
They are all toying with me.
They are all facades.
None of it is real.
This 'love' and 'caring' *******.
Even my saviour will be my killer.
There is no end to it.
I'm stuck in this prison,
A prison forever having its deadly grasps on me.
I don't even know any more.
Here I am,
Writing about my feels and thoughts,
But for what?
I wonder.
There is no one who will listen to me.
The silence suffocates me from within.
I, myself have grown pessimistic towards life.
There is just no end to lifes twisted games.
And everyone has a significant role to play.
I am my own actress in my twisted fate.
I feel as though I'm stuck and surrounded,
Surrounded by these 'frienemies'
I no longer feel,
As though I have a place where I belong...
A place where I can call home...
Ehh...
Such is life.
I just...
Feel lost.

Through his eyes,
I could see through the lies.
Through his eyes,
I could see his true self.
Through his eyes,
I could see his naked soul.
But little did I know,
Eyes can tell lies too.