Words are unnecessary, actions unfair. Honesty lost on all, I care for your feelings but you don't care for mine. Its a mess really this thing we call humanity. What can I get from you? Listen to me but I won't do the same. Selfishness is the name of the game. Selfishness is the game.

I am happy when I don't think.. When I think and am reflective i become filled with angst and unrest. Which is better?

There is nothing more to say....It has all been said. It has been said well and it has been said poorly.

Drink up the beauty that glistens in the sun. Don't ignore, however, the beauty that sparkles with rain drops. Its all equal, neither is better than the other, its all equal. The secret is to appreciate it all.

I don't get it. She fascinated me. Her scent, her beauty, her confidence. Perhaps I felt sorry for her. She was beautiful, fascinatingly beautiful. Maybe I will see her again.

Don't allow ignorance it will only cause pain. Apathy is permissible far before ignorance.

I want it and I work for it. Do they notice? Not sure. Maybe someday I will know. I won't know everything though. Never will. I cant decide if I am just caring or curious. Either way it is craziness.

Paint your face and hide behind what is not real. Become who you want to be so that you can smile with ease and be proud of yourself. If it gets you through the day do whatever it takes.

Grab the sunshine from the sky with your little feeble hand and use it to highlight your dreams. The wind will bring them to life for you and you will be thankful. The truth is it is not real. Every dream dies like just like everything else does, hope goes with it. Cynicism is a convenience for the young and a reality for the experienced.

Put clever aside and gather beauty around. I search and struggle for clever things to say. They are me but is it worth the effort? Its a shame to waste it. Its a shame to give it. Take me by the hand and let me follow you to a place far away where i can become what I should.
Goodbye, goodnight.

The disappointment of youth is not consoled by the freedom that comes with age. Yesterdays love is gone, but tomorrow will bring new romance. Purpose seems to inconveniently elude my consciousness. Friends will betray for their own convenience, I will do the same to an undeserving friend. Loneliness is my consolation prize. I will drive the country roads counting the bugs as they gather on the windshield. The sun will shine down as it always does with nothing to interrupt its hot burning rage. I will continue to wonder about the past and wander reluctantly towards the future.
Freely I will wander pretending that there is limitless liberty, while deep down inside knowing there is none. The sun shines brightly outside and I will crawl shamefully into the comfort of my bed to sleep away the day. Hope hides in the closet below piles of rarely warn clothes, and boxes of unnecessary purchases. But there is no hope found there. Freedom is found on top of the dresser, and on the floor next to the bed.
Its true. I am lost. But no one understands. They don't care to listen and would not understand if I were able to make the effort to attempt and explain it. I usually have the best of intentions, for some reason it fails. Its like a dog licking to make friends. Its rarely appreciated but he means only the best.

What's your name? I know its fake, but I will tell you mine. Here is a few dollars, I can't afford them but its worth it all. The music blares, I pretend to care. I want to go home and close my eyes. I want to sleep. So goodnight.

I write words I never should. Disclose my soul, my heart, my mind. I encode them but sometimes not enough. Interpret as you wish, sometimes I care, sometimes I don't. Inside is a monster, be very careful. I hide it almost everywhere but here. I disguise it here with riddles but here is where I put it in the open for you to learn about the evil that exists. I hope you are disappointing. I have to tell someone. Its the confession not the priest's absolution that clears a conscious. Here it is all of it. All the evil actions and thoughts, here for you to read. Interpret as you want. I already feel better whether you read it or not.

Thankfully the sun goes down and the dark comes to hide my sin. I sleep in your arms, its warm there. And comfortable. I know it shouldn't be but it is. I can't deny the pleasure I get from your soft skin and gentle scent. Your beautiful face is better to wake up to than the wall. The whiskey is no longer necessary when there is you to hold tight.