Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Long Suffering

How long must we suffer for the sake of our futures? And yet the future is all made of suffering.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Sunday, November 20, 2011

And Love

Even if it is not the kind of love you thought you were looking for, you will know love, and love to be loved, and love to love.

Forgotten Tears

What if when your eyes are watering, you are really crying about something you have long forgotten? Perhaps you are even crying because you have forgotten.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Silence

Perhaps it's not that we forget about the silence, but more that we do not want to remember it, so we force ourselves to forget.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Falling Away

After the highest peak always comes the greatest fall. What happens when you fall too far?

Friday, November 11, 2011

Haunting

When the past comes back to haunt you, it seem there is no place to hide. Can we never move past what has happened before?

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Anger

Anger wells up in a fountain of red; where did it come from? Perhaps from the unending emptiness.

Honestly,

If there is not a place for honesty, then how can we ever trust?

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Rescue

How can I let myself be rescued when I have always been the one to do the saving?

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Dreaming of Waking

If my dreams plague my waking life, why must my waking life plague my dreams?

Only Sleeping

Sleep is all I need, they say, and yet, sleep is what I most fear.

 Stop sleeping, they call out to me, and yet, sleep is all that I l hold dear.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Relative

Happiness is relative, but how can it be compared when every other happiness is something much different?

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Poison

Why do people have to care? Your care is like a poison to me, and I don't want it.

Out

It seems that now the only way to go is out.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Mask

I need a new mask that is stronger then ever before. It must be translucent in order to show hints of my real face but distort the real truth and details underneath.