

How soothing a thoughtIt is to finally realize how much harm the world has done to you that hurts the most. It is to see all what you can not undo that weakens my faith. I used to hope there would be a remedy, but, really, there is none. And now I am slowly giving up on this godforsaken child of ours called "love". For I do not know whether or not you fully understand this complex, yet overly simple, concept. I fear for you. I fear for us. I fear for the future, as the past can never be undone. And this fact frightens me. I dare not sleep, afraid tomorrow will be exactly the same. Forever haunted by your actions, I long only to sleep. For it is only in dream I canHow soothing a thought


Paper boatThe river floated, as always, down hill. I was sitting in a tiny boat, made out of paper. I had painted the sails, also made out of paper, green. I had no reason for sailing today. I just thought I would do it. Besides, who needs reasons for anything? Down, down, down. Speeding faster, faster, faster. I guess I was searching for the grand, vast ocean. Suddenly I wanted it to consume me. Devour me. I wanted to feel the salty waters fill my lungs. I wanted to sleep with the fishes. Sleep forever. With sunken ships on the ocean floor, whom sharks have only explored before. But then I stopped caring, my boat slowed down, and I returned back home.Paper boat


I dropped a bombI was in the sky. Soaring, floating. And my thoughts drifted with me. The tiny little creatures, my friends, were dancing with me in the air. We had the sun and the moon in our eyes. We would sing, sing for the ones down there on the filthy ground. But we did not feel for them. They abandoned us, so we abandoned them. And this is the way we wanted things to be. We separated from you. It was how things were supposed to be. Piercing clouds with our bodies, it felt ever so right. And happiness and serenity seemed the only emotions present in us. I was a part of them, the small beings, my thought, and they were part of me.I dropped a bomb
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Mankind...It is sick, how we pride ourselves with being humans; We fool ourselves to believe we are better than every other species, that we truly are superior. We, the rulers of this World. We, the Kings and Queens of nothing! We, primal creatures, pretending to be something we are not. Giving in to primitive instincts. Sacrificing anything, everything, for pleasure. We pride ourselves with being able to control almost everything, yet we can not, dare not, control ourselves. We want to control others, but not ourselves. Thus we have no respect one another . Are we as we want to be? I know I am not. I know this is a world I do not want to be part of. AMankind...
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I play the game - it's called insincerity. (c) NIИ
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what comes after life is death...it's upto you what you think happens after death. but, we can't always be completely sure what does happen. there is always a moment of questioning your beliefs, is it bad to do so?
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In the end I guess I had to fall
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what comes after life is death...it's upto you what you think happens after death. but, we can't always be completely sure what does happen. there is always a moment of questioning your beliefs, is it bad to do so?
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In the end I guess I had to fall
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what comes after life is death...it's upto you what you think happens after death. but, we can't always be completely sure what does happen. there is always a moment of questioning your beliefs, is it bad to do so?
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Madness takes it's toll, please have exact change.
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In the end I guess I had to fall
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Continue running, little wolf...
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This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but a whimper
T. S. Eliot
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Big Brother loves ya!
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In the end I guess I had to fall
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Big Brother loves ya!
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"Say, is that rain or are they tears?
That stained your concrete face for years
The crying, weeping, shedding strife
Year after year, life after life..."
~Metallica - Cyanide~
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In the end I guess I had to fall
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"Say, is that rain or are they tears?
That stained your concrete face for years
The crying, weeping, shedding strife
Year after year, life after life..."
~Metallica - Cyanide~
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In the end I guess I had to fall
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"Say, is that rain or are they tears?
That stained your concrete face for years
The crying, weeping, shedding strife
Year after year, life after life..."
~Metallica - Cyanide~
Oh lolz
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Life doesn't play fair. So, why should you?
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In the end I guess I had to fall
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