to real for myspace. not that this is much better.
There are always things that happen in our day to day lives.
and our main focus is to demand an answer why.
why i feel lost, why i dont feel fit, why things happen to me, why things dont happen to me.
things are never what they seem.
you can never fully understand someone.
you can see their shell, their shiny, hard, well built shell wall discising their inner revealance that they barerly are in contact with.
in that we make choices to see oursleves or look the other way.
as we do with our day to day lives.
life is just reflection, after relfection.
mirror after mirror.
testing the truth from imigainary.
that is so hard to distinguish.
i know this very moment i am thinking about him,
how worried i am,
how much i wish i could help him,
when he dosnt want anything to do with me right now.
thinking about any way i could rebuild faith in him.
when he is thinking about how he hates everything,
including everyone and everything.
with me as a distant blur that will stay until he cuts off supplies.
ive watched people,
watched poeple try to understand and piece together life with the so few and deformed puzzle peaces they have.
and the pieces just do not mesh.
i am a lucky one.
to cut the corners of my pieces
to form a beautiful collage of happeines. and stability.
that so many others dwell their whole life.
their whole so called existance they take for granted.
why am i the only person ive ever met that has not thought about suiside.
or thought good things will come from the future.
i am the only person i know that can accept change.
why?
im not better nor worse than anyone.
so why am i the one with the best unbrella.
what did i do. to deserve this.
it will only show with time i immagine.
things always do.
that you can atleast depend on.
things always make more sense tomorrow.
tomorrow see the things that never come today.
and our main focus is to demand an answer why.
why i feel lost, why i dont feel fit, why things happen to me, why things dont happen to me.
things are never what they seem.
you can never fully understand someone.
you can see their shell, their shiny, hard, well built shell wall discising their inner revealance that they barerly are in contact with.
in that we make choices to see oursleves or look the other way.
as we do with our day to day lives.
life is just reflection, after relfection.
mirror after mirror.
testing the truth from imigainary.
that is so hard to distinguish.
i know this very moment i am thinking about him,
how worried i am,
how much i wish i could help him,
when he dosnt want anything to do with me right now.
thinking about any way i could rebuild faith in him.
when he is thinking about how he hates everything,
including everyone and everything.
with me as a distant blur that will stay until he cuts off supplies.
ive watched people,
watched poeple try to understand and piece together life with the so few and deformed puzzle peaces they have.
and the pieces just do not mesh.
i am a lucky one.
to cut the corners of my pieces
to form a beautiful collage of happeines. and stability.
that so many others dwell their whole life.
their whole so called existance they take for granted.
why am i the only person ive ever met that has not thought about suiside.
or thought good things will come from the future.
i am the only person i know that can accept change.
why?
im not better nor worse than anyone.
so why am i the one with the best unbrella.
what did i do. to deserve this.
it will only show with time i immagine.
things always do.
that you can atleast depend on.
things always make more sense tomorrow.
tomorrow see the things that never come today.