outside the box inside the walls
one must live life outside the box living within the walls of ones own mind creating a field of dreams one must live exploring the paths of ones soul art is a mirror of what life is through those who see it without blinders.
a little is enough
to much of something can cause on to not appreciate what they have.
if you seek for happiness in the darkness you shall wonder if its real. it has been a surreal experience..
days and nights..
it matters not if it is day nor night for time slips by regardless
there is nothing good...
there is nothing good about being bad, evilness that lurks inside,waiting. there is nothing good about fearful living.
in such a world we live in. such a tragic chaos. our days are filled learning who we are.
sadness prevails through tragic events
passion derives from an inner being, screaming out with such beauty. but the passion dwendles and soon fades.
so much goes unnoticed
this world has become selfish, noone sees with there hearts. people take but do any give? we live in chaos filled with pain and bloodshed.
imagine what the world would be like if we had no hate. no heartache,no pain, no war. we would be happy and show nothing but love and compassion. but is that really a life? for the pain we go through is what makes us who we become.
i sit in silence and wait.. wait to be heard as i speak. wait to be noticed for the voice i have. wait for the sound to echo free. i sit in silence and wait… but yet it is still silence
in the shadows there is always light
i know not what lies beneath the cold dark shadows. only what flutters above in the warmth. seeking the light within. in a room of death and dispair not one whispers the name of truth. not one seeks to find the path to love.
as the clouds drift the bright blue sky welcomes gazing eyes upon its beauty.
desires from within
we all have desires hidden within us. demons that haunt us when we shut our eyes. memories that never fade. we all have reasons for being who we are.
I am at that moment.. when you look around and wonder.. why? Why am I here.. why are you here.. why are we doing this? The I sit back and take a deep breath and think.. Because the universe has one fucked up plan.
My tumblr.. my daily reminder.. my voice that is...
I have all the means to scream and yell but none of which are good. So I create a form myself. Here.. to kinda let me voice be heard. I don’t know if any would actually hear but none the less… I speak without holding my tongue