Sunday, August 31, 2008

His pain he pushed below until he couldn't take it anymore. What could I have done?

Thursday, August 28, 2008

She continually asked me if everything was going to be ok. Of course I said yes but I didn't believe it myself.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

The leaves wilt leaving there beauty in the clutches of the weather. Their wisdom will leave you wanting more but you will never desire.

Monday, August 25, 2008

I didn't understand their words but there passion was undeniable. They gave freely despite the fact I gave nothing back. What inspired this kindness? They had little and wanted nothing, while I had much and wanted more. Their simplicity was becoming to me.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

The extreme sensitivity of all humanity leaves us painfully emotionally damaged which results in physical destruction, sadly. However what shall we do? Our pride will always be attacked mostly by ourselves so we will always attack all around us emotionally and physically. It will never end, atleast until we respect ourselves.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

The tell us to dance with them, and promise to feed us. Rather they rape and let us starve. That is all they are supposed to do yet they throw away and refuse to let us even fight over their garbage.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

I walk on below the clouds far from the sun and below the birds. The ants scurrying on the ground try to avoid the fatality my feet have to offer. The desire my strength but offer nothing in return. What am I to do? Drained by fear and expectations.
Wistfully the balance of soul departs leaving me in need and want. You left me all alone and but are afraid of being alone yourself. The wind blows, the rain falls and my heart slowly shrinks. Oh well.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

I look longingly into the barrenness of hope and desire more, but I never know what. Satisfaction eludes me. I desire the simplicity of some, and long for the luxuries of others. Which path should I follow? Which direction offers contentedness, and satisfaction?

Friday, August 1, 2008

There are those that love me and those that don't, those that want me and those that don't. There are those I love but do not like, there are those I like that I do not love. There are those I cannot know but would love to. How am I to know the single one I want to know when I can't understand her language?