It's just a poem.

I'll never forget that step on which we sat, after our real or fake first date.

Or the feel of that One beautiful moment, The One that sealed our fate.

We were Happy and free, madly in Love, slightly too crazy and wild.

Accepting each other for who we were, Me a retard and you a child.

You were like my little princess, in your little pink frock always getting your way,

And i always let you have it, just to put a smile on your face at the end of each day.

We felt like our Love was invincible,Like it it couldn't be touched, and it truly had no end,

You were my partner in crime, the Love of my life, You were my bestest friend.

I'll never forget the million cheesy nicknames, That sounded so cute as i put you to bed.

But so lost in our little dreamworld, we didn't notice Change leering it's ugly fat head.

It destroyed us completely, putting an end to our perfect Team.

Leaving you as but a memory, a distant far away dream.

In my cave i lived in agony, For I felt a huge part of me had died.

Not being able to hate you, no matter how hard I tried.

You cut my arm off completely, Slowly and calmly feeling each slice.

Then you took the knife and stuck it into my heart cause the arm just wouldn't suffice.

But I'm done with this melodrama, the pain, anger, and whining.

Cause however dark the cloud, I will make a silver lining.

For there can be Only so much Crying over How Life's not fair

Only so much forgiveness and so much despair.

I don't even care about what we could have been or how i deserved so much more.

All i know is that Two were supposed to fall, But i saw only One hit the floor.

Now outside my gloomy cave, In an open green field I sit.

Cause all i have left to say, is Fuck you and Fuck this Shit.

Whats inside of you?

Everything is what it is, neither good nor bad it just is. For our lives are but small, meant to be lived to the fullest. in different faiths we trust, some of us with no faith to trust at all. Always searching for happiness, finding lust, hunger and greed along the way. toiling our entire lives looking for something right under our very noses. The key is not stop searching, but to start believing. not in a pre-ordained higher power that will swoop down and solve all the problems we face, but in the higher power in us to fix them. the power we possess to fix what is within our reach. The power that cries out in us, to be used to set things right. But we ignore it. we question, we yell and we protest. But mostly we just blame. We would love to see our problems being solved. But we don't do much about them ourselves. We explain why they're there, we justify them or we blame some more. some of us blaming all of us and all of us blaming some of us. The solutions lie not in the explanations, But in us. For Wikipedia and Google combined cannot explain what goes through our beautiful minds. and our beautiful minds themselves cannot explain what lies inside our hearts. As for our Souls, well we're toiling our entire lives, looking for their happiness arent we?. Searching together, Looking into each other. All it takes to help our neighbor is not money or physical labour. But simply a little love. a little love that says I'll carry your bag, ill help you carry your burden. a little Love that'll stop us from destoying our own beautiful planet and from destroying our beautiful own selves. A little Love that'll bring peace, hopefully the kind that lasts. A little Love thats inside of us all.

hello insomnia, its been a while :)

The night is young, voices in the distance laughing. the sound of a television playing from far away . Stray dogs, Loud stray dogs... some howling some barking fighting and chasing cars. Silence ... The low hum of a computer and the tap tap tap noise that a keyboard makes. Silence, old status updates read for the millionth time. A mouse clicks, photos appear the pain begins. The wheels of a chair move, tip toeing creeping around and the sound of a match being lit. The coldness returns. Not so quiet pacing around, boredom takes over.A loud long Yawn. The feel of a warm comfortable bed. Snuggled up alone in a cozy red comforter with Spongebob playing his guitar. 2 am daydreams. Fatigue. Frustration at still being awake. Indecisiveness. More daydreams. The reluctant lighting of a second match. A long dribble. A loud flush. More tip toeing creeping around. The sound of a mouse scratching wood. Gulps of water. The photos again. A random game. A stifled yawn. Silence. The feel of a bed and a comforter. The loneliness... The Cold calm anger. Emptiness leading to a repetition of a long painful process, All the while voices in the distance laughing.