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1 year ago. Sun 07 Jan 2018 03:53:52 AM IST

All of my good intentions never work out for the best
Im just so tired and im all alone
Despite hours and hours of rest
Everyday im in my head
And its like i cant deal with it
Im just so numb and then sadness creeps up on my heart and i begin to feel

All alone (alone)
All alone  (alone)
Im surrounded by people who dont understand
They think they can but i know they cant
And even if they could i guess
Im just so fucking sick of it
Beat me down and crack skull
Break my ribs and rip out my bones
Incinerate me with your touch
Freeze me quick with just a look
I dont care what you do to me
As long as youre not forgetting me
Step on me and wax your floors
Push me out and close your doors
Just make sure to leave the window open
So i can crawl back in again


All of my good intentions never work out for the best
Im just so tired and im all alone
Despite hours and hours of rest
Everyday im in my head
And its like i cant deal with it
Im just so tired and i feel so numb
But ill get over it.

 

 

1 year ago. Sat 30 Dec 2017 10:41:56 AM IST

I draw with silver
Its my favorite color
 It traces so gracefully sometimes when I feel under
It catches my problems and drags them away
Only a faint line is left in its place

I can draw sometimes when I feel sad
When my heart is heavy and my life seems bad
The silver reminds me of a long forgotten moon
Shining in the dark, a lighthouse for my rouse

I draw with silver when it becomes to much
Its my favorite only I have to touch
It always always leaves me in peace
Not to mention the beautiful red when I release

1 year ago. Wed 27 Dec 2017 03:43:31 PM IST

Who are we?
Why am I not you,  and you not me?
Can't you see the body that i perceive?
You see me, you perceive me, so you are not me,
You cannot be the perceiver and the perceived.
I perceive me too. I am not me, I am not my body, for the perceived cannot be the perceiver.
So who are we ?
What are we?
We are not the mind, we cannot control thinking, it happens, trying to stop thinking is impossible,  thoughts come into our awareness and pass through so we cannot be the mind, we perceive these thoughts so we cannot be the perceiver of these thoughts and be the perceived mind.
So who are we ?
We are here, we are all here, to be put simply, we are puppets of the universe. Of the constant flow of energy we cannot control,  of the forever changing , and of the infinite possibilities that lay before us, we do not choose, we are merely the perception of choice, the masquerade of the motive behind the unknown. When we realize this, life is now simple, we are all part of a plan, a motive,  and it is out of our control,  just like you "chose" to read this. Or were you meant to read it.  Just as much as I was meant to write it. Or was I? Or was I merely a puppet of the unknown.  A masquerade of the motive behind the infinite  .