questions

I have been avoiding having these feelings.
They complicate my steps.
Living in the world
Always sunny side up.

Make it sound sweet like honey.
So then Ill catch your ear.
I've loved enough for dozens
of sheep to leave the heard.
Please hear the love beneath my words.

All I want Is you to want
the same love that I do.
The aching in my bones.
The catching of my tongue.
All that you desire.
All you'll ever desire.

Our time is of the essence.
Regarles of the boundaries.
The sun ends all of our days.
Stop and Let us live.

101

It is funny. Continuously we throw our emotions all over the internet world. Weather it be a very detailed account of the most horrible night of your week. Maybe little passive aggressive comments here and there. Only a select few know whats eating you.
Yet it is all over the cyber world for all 200 of your closest internet friends to see. So willing to tell everyone your story. The feeling of seclusion still hangs around in your minds closet. All we really want is to be noticed. Even in the smartphone generation we want to act like cave men.
YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY NO ONE CAN HAVE A CONVERSATION ANYMORE. I feel like the answer is pretty obvious. So willing to say everything yet when it comes down to it, we can barely speak up for our actions. When hurtful things are said. We sit still. Like sadness is a thing we have never known. These years of technology haven't taught us anything. Especially about feelings. Emotion is so invasive now. When it starts to hurt even a little we tune it out. In a world of distractions we have now become the distracted.

try it.

I made it so easy for you.
Swept myself off of my own feet.
Did the hard work so you wouldn't have to.
Now its time to roll up your sleeves.
Dive deep and think like me.
Walk around with me in your head.

Is it just me?

Or do you kind of, sort of secretly hate me. Maybe hate is a strong word. To put it simply you dislike me more often than you like me.
Understandable. To say I am a diamond in the rough is an understatement. More rough than shiney. Hopefully the price of your sanity is worth the work.

Short Story For You.

It started around, oh say birth. Supposedly I haven't noticed until this very moment. Truly it may or may not be possible that I have known all along. Which is real.
From the earliest memory I have there has always been this nagging feeling from the depths of my throat. Holding on tight to fight off any abnormal air trying to escape from my body. The only ambitions that have ever stuck with me are the aspirations of complete and total complacency.
Close your eyes. Pretend that the things you know are real. The emotion. The crime. The desperation. The sadness. The danger. These things. They are all things you can control. You do this to reality. They smack it in the face and hold it down with both hands. You shove it all in a little pink box. Lock it up and put it in your craft drawer. Wearing the key on your wrist.
Just close enough. It never quite makes it into your hand. The option is there. This fight is internal partially due to external situations. The phrase escapes me at this point. Maybe at a later date. I have just got to run you see.

flowers

Conniving. Your words. Cut through the flesh and strike the bone. Aimed with the intention of harming the heart. If the love you once had for my veins and bones and flesh does no longer exist. Why persist? Quit with the words and empty complaints. Time will not award the proper change if actions aren't hasty.
Leave.
If the heart has gone cold find warmth. Do not let the rock pretend it is a flower any longer than it already has. Regardless stones still sink to the very bottom.