I miss her.

And im happy … practically smiling ….

thers gotta be soemthign wrong with that …………

and when u sit to think about it u get the answer even beore u got a hcance to sit down … its simple … im just glad i have someone to miss … its the hwole ‘its better to have loved and lsot than to have never loved at all’ argument but in a slightly differnet perspective…..

its good .. powerfull .. to feel that you can think about more than jsut yourself .. that someone elses happiness sometimes matters more than yours .. this being a circle … when shes happy im happy .. hence to make myself happy i make her happy ….. nice … 🙂

but then .. when we do things for ‘these’ reasons we dont really think about all that .. its jsut obvious to us ..the answer …. you gotta do what you gotta do …

ill drift off about soemthing else now so i think tis time to call it quits .. the ink is still dry and im awaiting the oppertunity to pen somehting of value …… kudos

The voices are gone.

A madman feels sanest when he hears them ringing in his head.. their echoes drown the beat of the real world .. their emotions run deeper than the deepest cut.
Take his disease away from him .. and he is lost. He is himself no more.

We get used to the chaos we live in .. the fear of tomorrow and the anticipation of the same. The fun of today and the torment thats gone by. Insanity is my requiem.

The root of this could be our inspiration. Without it .. a man is nothing. He cannot talk or think the same. When ur drive is gone you feel liek your very existence is a cheat. Whether it be your dreams of utopia or the haze of a dream you very nearly had …. its this passion thats kept us going .. and without it … we are truly lost ….without it .. i am nothing …………………………………

maybe the madman appears like a fool … maybe he appears like a weakling .. maybe someone worships him and maybe someone even sheds a tear for him …
but to himself he cares not what you think .. for his reward lies only in his creation … in his inspiration .. his recurrent effort to proove true the love he was for you … his inspiration … seek him out while you can for you will never get a truer friend … a more loyal friend …

let him drown his emotions and hte madman is nothing … he is a man witbhout a soul .. a nemesis worse than a ghost ..

n it hurts like a knife
searing through your wounds …

like a cold steel bite
taht leaves u gasping for the air …

when yyour friend looks into your eyes
and you see in it nothing but hurt”