Remnants of torturing thoughts
Passing glances, swift emotions felt within the heart, sorrow cutting deeper than wounds of time, fleeting thoughts of romance and an embrace that will never be. Dreaming of feeling wanted, needed, loved. Is it losts souls cry simply to be heard? When you're invisible, even in the clearest view, how do you continue on?
So many tell you that as the days pass by, things will reconcile, that the future will contain happiness. It's been over 11 years, yet I feel myself sinking into an indention of pain that I fear I shall never escape.
This world has been lost to the ideals of man-made concepts such as beauty. It has become tangled within greed (in so many varying forms). Even I am not immune to such things, after all I die once more as I make up hope that someone out there will claim me. Someone strong, soft, compassionate, desiring of something more than just the petty cares of this world.
I want to spread these wings I do not possess. I want to fly across the skies and heal those who have been abandoned. Yet how can I do so when I, myself, am still broken. Tears of blood escape my soul. People lie to me and think I believe their lies when they tell me I am beautiful.
Does the world think so densely that they believe I would buy such stories? After all, when someone is beautiful, they are pined over. They are looked upon with lust, asked out, told they are beautiful, desired by the mass. Yes, I know there is a beauty within someone's soul. But here I speak purely of the base desire for humanity to simply want a gem with no purity, rather than the piece of coal that may truly contain the world's purest diamond. (I wonder, why does it come as a shock to people when they find out that no one has ever hit on me? Not like it's a surprise.)
Does this world take me to be just like every other person out there? Yes, of course I cry, I have moments where I smile...in my core I am human. Yet at every turn I am constantly feeling rejected by a world that has lost itself.
All I desire is that embrace from someone who can feel my pain. I want that embrace that, thought innocent, contains so much passion and love. Should it be so wrong for me to desire? I know I have no talent in particular other than musing over the world and the battle that I am constantly silently fighting within. I know I am no genius, nor am I beautiful. But, doesn't everyone deserve to feel they are loved and wanted?
This is the first one I've uploaded to youtube AND veoh.com....all my other can be found at Veoh.com
So many tell you that as the days pass by, things will reconcile, that the future will contain happiness. It's been over 11 years, yet I feel myself sinking into an indention of pain that I fear I shall never escape.
This world has been lost to the ideals of man-made concepts such as beauty. It has become tangled within greed (in so many varying forms). Even I am not immune to such things, after all I die once more as I make up hope that someone out there will claim me. Someone strong, soft, compassionate, desiring of something more than just the petty cares of this world.
I want to spread these wings I do not possess. I want to fly across the skies and heal those who have been abandoned. Yet how can I do so when I, myself, am still broken. Tears of blood escape my soul. People lie to me and think I believe their lies when they tell me I am beautiful.
Does the world think so densely that they believe I would buy such stories? After all, when someone is beautiful, they are pined over. They are looked upon with lust, asked out, told they are beautiful, desired by the mass. Yes, I know there is a beauty within someone's soul. But here I speak purely of the base desire for humanity to simply want a gem with no purity, rather than the piece of coal that may truly contain the world's purest diamond. (I wonder, why does it come as a shock to people when they find out that no one has ever hit on me? Not like it's a surprise.)
Does this world take me to be just like every other person out there? Yes, of course I cry, I have moments where I smile...in my core I am human. Yet at every turn I am constantly feeling rejected by a world that has lost itself.
All I desire is that embrace from someone who can feel my pain. I want that embrace that, thought innocent, contains so much passion and love. Should it be so wrong for me to desire? I know I have no talent in particular other than musing over the world and the battle that I am constantly silently fighting within. I know I am no genius, nor am I beautiful. But, doesn't everyone deserve to feel they are loved and wanted?
This is the first one I've uploaded to youtube AND veoh.com....all my other can be found at Veoh.com
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