Do you believe in wishes?
I hope you do.
Because I don't.
That's what divides you and me, drifts each other apart.
Yet why am I still looking at you?
Do I see something different every time I close my eyes, and when I open them it's gone?
It's a pity to see that you believe in wishes.
Yet I hope you do.
For me it's just another string of hope that I want to thread death with.
Woops that was emo, not doing that again
You really think that if you look up at the sky, somehow all of your dreams will come true.
I instead, look in a mirror
You really think that you can see right through me?
When you can't even see through yourself?
It's a pity, but I hope you believe in wishes.
Because I never will.
I don't wish for anything less.
Yet I still wish to be with you.
This madness needs to stop.
For what good does it bring other than one more chance for me to look into your eyes.
[End]
Monday, February 16, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sorrows Envy. Pain Endured. God Questioned.
A traumatizing experience. Nothing has words to describe it. You can only see tears that fall down many people's faces. This day. Is done.
Even though I didn't know him. Doesn't mean its okay. It still hurts, to know why ones life ends so quickly. We try to find reasons. Reasons that justify. But it never justifies the truth. It only justifies what we want to believe. Makes it right. When we close our eyes. Just because we can't look at reality's tears.
I hate this. This day. I can't believe this. It tears me up to see others feel like this. I hate it. It pains me.
Even God can't do anything about it.
Yet I cannot be there for anybody. I wouldn't help. I just have to sit here. Holding on to a bottle that keeps everything inside. It's sad. It's depressing. How much of a ripple effect this can cause. Even though I didn't know him. Other people knew him. They were much closer. Now they only hold onto memories. Because he is gone. If only he can look at what he has done to people. If only he knew how everyone else felt.
*Sigh* just as I was able to carry myself back up. Everything gets pushed down again. Just when I thought I could keep being happy. Everything gets pushed down again. Just as I thought when hope had wings. Everything gets pushed down again.
"When Life, an unstoppable force. Meets Death, an immovable object."
Even though I didn't know him. Doesn't mean its okay. It still hurts, to know why ones life ends so quickly. We try to find reasons. Reasons that justify. But it never justifies the truth. It only justifies what we want to believe. Makes it right. When we close our eyes. Just because we can't look at reality's tears.
I hate this. This day. I can't believe this. It tears me up to see others feel like this. I hate it. It pains me.
Even God can't do anything about it.
Yet I cannot be there for anybody. I wouldn't help. I just have to sit here. Holding on to a bottle that keeps everything inside. It's sad. It's depressing. How much of a ripple effect this can cause. Even though I didn't know him. Other people knew him. They were much closer. Now they only hold onto memories. Because he is gone. If only he can look at what he has done to people. If only he knew how everyone else felt.
*Sigh* just as I was able to carry myself back up. Everything gets pushed down again. Just when I thought I could keep being happy. Everything gets pushed down again. Just as I thought when hope had wings. Everything gets pushed down again.
"When Life, an unstoppable force. Meets Death, an immovable object."
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