Chaos rains down from her eyes
and the world falls apart when she holds them back

But look into her eyes and you'll discover a peaceful grace
that wraps around you,
a shelter from your storm.

The calm in your storm
The calm in her storm

Let yourself embrace the fact you will die one day.

There are only two options.

You become nothing,
or you become more than everything.

Afterlife is possible,
but so is emptyness.

So why choose the gloom and drabness
of empty space?








Unless...
Unless you can fill that empty space with ideas, thoughts, impossibly wonderful things. Then shouldn't you pick something where you are who you remember yourself to be?

I forgot something though.
If our memories define us,
and our thoughts make us..

Are we the ones who can destroy ourselves?

Soulmates.
Do You
Believe in them?
A bond so strong.
Stronger than life and death.
Holding people together better than "love"
That human folly we claim to find and then
throw away when "it's time"


I...
I don't know if I want to believe in soulmates.
because I either chased mine away
or haven't found her yet.

BUT

if you were my soulmate,
then I'll be waiting for you.

What happens when we die?

DO WE DIE
or do we live?
ARE WE GONE
or getting where we're going?

The soft breezes of summer blow through my open window,
scattering my thoughts just like it always does,
just like you always do.

The only thing I have of you anymore is memories,
more painful than I would ever admit
having not a thing of yours to remind myself

Of that girl I met, so long ago
who showed me not only the world we lived in,
but one we called home

In my dreams, sometimes were still together
In my moments of weakness I remember her strength
and when I was passionately cupping deaths cold body in my hands
her voice told me that I was worth more than anything death had offered

And yet.

And yet I know that theres nothing that I can do,
to bring that woman's smile back to her face,
because I was the one who stole it from her.

I am in love, but sometimes only to torture myself
because I found the one, and I was so afraid of losing her
so scared of messing up
so childish in my actions

that the only thing she could do was let me go.


I was a fool. I assumed she was fine.
I hated the only person who I loved.
I hated her because she had loved me.
I hated myself because I had loved her.

But I have taken a comfort... In knowing that
In knowing that even though she's moved on
and even though shes happy...

That I am not.
and that makes me happy.

Longing
Sorrow
Forgiveness
Memories
Regret
Renewal
Momentum
Joy
C­alm
Peace

Without music, I am nothing.
An emotionless, empty shell,
who expresses emotion,
but doesn't always feel it.

Don't catch me listening to anything sad
cause I'll just push you away.