How It Ends

I've tried to listen to the whisper. The one that tells you "It's only life."  It used to scream through my ear and burn, but I became cautious.  I became aware of thoughts that made me crumble.  In and out of things that made everyone else feel important.  I want someone to take me back in time when I didn't need to focus on that voice inside my head. I was much happier with no state of mind.

I hope that one day I'll have something real to say.  Maybe we'll never understand each other.

To tell you the truth I never was strong.  I'm terrified of endings, and goodbyes.  And I'll never how this is going to end, but when all is said and done, it's been a pretty good game of golf.













See ya in 2.

If it ain't broke, don't fix it

because I can't say it better

Sprawl II - Arcade Fire

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
These days my life, I feel it has no purpose
But late at night the feelings swim to the surface

'Cause on the surface the city lights shine
They're calling at me, come and find your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the World's so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

We rode our bikes to the nearest park
Sat under the swings and kissed in the dark
We shield our eyes from the police lights
We run away, but we don't know why
Black river, your city lights shine
They're screaming at us, we don't need your kind
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small
That we can never get away from the sprawl
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

They heard me singing and they told me to stop
Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small
Can we ever get away from the sprawl?
Living in the sprawl
Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains
And there's no end in sight
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights
I need the darkness, someone please cut the lights

This is a blog post, titled "Us"

I used to try so I could be somebody.  Until I realized I was becoming nobody.  He, she, them. Look what they did. Hear what he said?

Poison.

In the deepest part of our hearts we're all afraid. Scared to break free of the chains, we cry rivers that carry a thousand words. And one of these days our ships might set sail and bring us to somewhere worth staying. Pushing through hatred and pain, the same color blood just passed through our veins.

I used to try so I could be somebody.  Until I found that I already was.

No one's free until we're all free. There's no me and no you, there's just us.

Waking up in an unknown place

Disapproval.  She takes him by the hand and leads him through the town.  Walking through crowds of condescending eyes.  She appears composed, so she is I suppose.  No one can really tell.  What's it gonna take for them to just leave her alone?

They push, and shove, and she keeps her cool.

I see her everyday.  I watch her stare into space looking for something to take her away.

She puts her hand on his arm.  "I'm fine."  "Nothing's wrong."

The morning fades to black, and suddenly she's not so strong.

star gazing and hand warmers

Winter trees and burning wood.  Some things we know by heart.

To tell you the truth I never knew who I was gonna be when they asked me where I'm heading. We all have the ability to deceive.  Call it a gift from the devil.  Something to send us on our way.

Sticks and stones break bones, and words hurt.  But your eyes give me stab wounds to the chest. In case you were wondering, I'm jealous of your strength.

Do you ever think "why me"when bad things happen?  I'm sure the truth sounds good at least two times a day, like a broken clock.  And If not, fake it to show the world you're trying.

Sometimes I wonder if God meant to give us such curious minds.


We all need a happy ending. And a new beginning, but if birds are smart enough to fly south, can't we look up for inspiration? And down for motivation?  Even we need to feel important.


So lets raise a glass for the things that make us feel alive. For street lights and hand warmers. And someone give Jiminy Cricket a hug for encouraging us to wish upon stars.

The view is beautiful from the other side of heaven.

Let's really talk

Everyone's dying to be real, but no one's comfortable with change.