You may think that some of us are just born to suffer.. but I believe that destiny is building the bridge to the one you love. if everyone settles for what is, nothing will ever get done. so go ahead, Hun. Mold your life. live.
The man who doesn’t read good books has no advantage over the man who can’t read...– Mark Twain (1835 - 1910) (via southson)
try to write whatever comes to mind. whatever matters most. wherever my thoughts take me. my fingers fumbled the pages with the very signature of literature itself. copy right your thoughts, please. know something?, no longer. take your best stab at reality, and end up with the mishmosh from God knows where, and force yourself to think your scribbles are uniquely beautiful. search for words...
your voice is a remedy that surrounds my utter doubt. i suffer in this town, for i know not where I’m going. nor do i know where i was. its a blur. a combination of physics and sunshine. a vast variety of smiles and Jones Soda bottles the melody, no the symphony that your mind creates.. has my soul searching. i laughed when you finally understood that you have only lived the days you have...
does silence mean anything to anyone?
June 2nd, 2009
with these cold nights require sweaters. and traveling hopes for a sense of humor/ I pray for a second chance and only the night sky looks promising. Obama has hope for tomorrow, and most of us are skeptical. some try to believe. and others never have. questions require answers. but in a world in which all answers lead to more questions; the ones who are always digging to get to the bottom of...
you can see my heart beating.. you can see me bleed. i’m begging you, actually.
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? Just a cage of rib bones...– Breakable-Ingrid Michaelson
You call me a mountain And I call you the sea I’ll stand tall and certain, and watch you swallow me
look for words to kill.. to break their necks, and applaud their bravery.