RIP, I’LL LOVE BEYOND THE END OF TIME
words i need to tell the world
dear anyone,
im in love with love. love is all, all is one and one is all. love is my religion. i do my best to love. in my world, love gives me everything i will ever need :D numbers rule me and words fill me. i will fill as you spill. the forbidden fruit taste great. life here is wonderful when you learn to control your own fate. even destruction has its beauty. in the world of right and wrong, i have neither. i have either. how marvelous “things” have come to be, even when all we have is nothing.
that little voice inside your head. we all have it. we all know it. its a shame so few us have the pride to tell the world what our minds are saying. mine tells me, what i can only hear. i hear all of your voices, you tell me with your eyes. when you think no one is listening, you’ve got it all wrong. the way you people move, my mind plays as a song. call me a vessel to the world if you will. im so content with being just me, that im free to hear, and listen, and believe as i please. take one walk passed my eyes and i will surely hear you. whether it be what you are thinking in that exact moment, or a thought you had as a child. and for a moment, you might not remember. i could write you a book of your thoughts and feelings, no matter who you are, no matter where we meet. but, my truth of it is, most you would see this as defeat. i have not and will not defeat you. i can just speak your truth(s), the ones you fear. its the part of you, you’re scared to be. for most its the part you’re ashamed to admit to yourself. lucky for me i dont even question how i got here. i dont question my thoughts to your words. they just are as they have come to be, at state of mind that its all for me.
love,
mata <3
souls related to another kind, i am not the kind you consume. had i let you take me, i’d be empty to the point of never becoming full. you waste your sad cries with a burst of anger, where even the sweet you spit is simply bitter. so indulged in hate, your emptyness no longer feels love.
your feet float like christ,
and all is well i was told it would be quite nice,
anyone who gets on there knees and drowns,
well i’ll be damned,
god takes care of himself, and your feet float like christ.
sit and think for awhile, and you’ll realize that you still die, if you’re not thinking at all im not sure why you’re alive
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| — | think long |
yayyy
tonight, raechel, ihop, beach, n0irx aka patrick and whatever else after that.. maybe even some scooooooby snacks
sometimes all i really want to feel is love, sometimes im angry that i get so angry. sometimes my feelings get in the way of what i really feel i needed to say” “why are judging people so damn hard you’re taking your point of view a bit too far
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| — | modest mouse |
fuck@#$%^&*
holland, i need you!
this mood enough to kill me.
why?
haha fuck i love that everyday is a new day.
a quick fact of my own
last night i went back in time.
right before the car hit a brick wall, flipped in the air, lit on fire, and hit a tree. oh i went back all right, went straight back to her words, “i want to go over the wabasso bridge”. had we picked those other 2 up, had we gone over that bridge, theres no way we would have all survived. lucky for me i didnt pass over that bridge until last night. when my lack of fear wasnt drowning me, and the night was a playground im now safe in.
