The morning light can't come too soon...

Why can't I be quiet and strong? Why can't we I innocent and sweet and still be a force to be reckoned with? Why can't I be who I am without becoming a constant storm and destroying everything in my wake?

It's a heaviness of ache than paralyzes him with this infernus warning. Below his eyes, he's awaiting his imminent gnashing of teeth. Forbidden waters, his being needs no cleansing. Dead azure sky, the universe is unable to be seen. Heaven's plague, all he sees is deaf devotion. The man of stone, he was conceived by the infirmity of his imagination. It's all an apparition that arises from the root of decayed light. Alone, for he is indeed the seed of nothingness.

Hope one day we come back around...

Throw a brick right into that stained glass...

Whatever pain you think you are in right now cannot begin to compare to the peace that will one day come over you. It cannot begin to compare to the joy that you will one day know. You will fall in love with life again, and it will be better than it was before, because you will become a different person. You will become someone who is more capable of appreciating what matters, who will not be as reckless with their choices, who can no longer be so easily swayed or mindlessly trusting. This will not happen overnight, though it will seem like it did in retrospect. Like the changing of a season, everything shifts slowly until all of a sudden, you are standing firmly in the after, in all you feared would never come.

I wasn't brave enough to go...

You inched yourself across the great divide,

while we drove aimlessly along the line.

I heard nothing but the bass in every ballad that you'd play,

while you swore the universe read your mind.

But the world is scared of hesitating things,

they only shoot the birds who cannot sing.

And I'm finally aware of how shitty and unfair.

it was to stare ahead like everything was fine.

Time won't wait on me...

I once believed in faith - that if I patiently waited, something good will happen. But as it turns out, the chapter I am in, does not really have a happy ending. Just a series of unfortunate events that I am forced to deal with while I'm bombarded by the voices in my head. So once again, I find myself devastated. Months have gone by and it doesn't feel like I've grown at all. I've tried several times to adjust my mindset, but ended up in the same ending. It was always a different title, same story; different choices made but ending up with the same plot and finale. Now I think I am done. Utterly broken by this never ending maze, destined to wander endlessly and finally giving up faith.

Dance halls, another cadence...

 

I've got no more tricks up my sleeve...

Everything was becoming blurred - before his eyes, inside his head - because of the fierce wind, the boundless space with nothing to hold on to, the clouds he had come too close to, which long continued to journey on inside him. The audacity to never stop believing in sojourning among the summits have their price.

Nothing seems real anymore. Life feels like a cosmic conspiracy, and as much as I try not to be a victim, I so easily fall back into patterns of blame and hurt. All because I can't get rid of the hunch, that there is something more waiting for me out there. An existence I can claim. Even the flames from the fire seem to beckon to me, drawing me into this fantasy of a journey beyond this one, buried somewhere deep in my subconscious. If only I could find the key, If only. And so I continue onwards, trying to find some logical way of passing my time, of justifying a means to an end.

In the end I hope it’s you and me...

I'll be here the whole night...

I'll take my pride, 

stand here for you.

I'm not blind, 

just seeing it through.

You take my life,

just for the thrill.

I'll take tonight,

and die on this hill.