It's like, life is this giant ball of energy. Swirling, massing, dissolving, ever contained. It's happiness, fortune, joy, and laughter, all in place with sadness, misery, depression, and anxiety. But for some can simply go on about it, unaware or seemingly unable to give a second thought. It is, what is. We pick it apart, try to dissect it, reason ( Read more... )

Love fills the void that one was never aware of.

There is a place ( Read more... )

I had to get out the house last night, so I decided to go watch "The Dark Knight Rises" alone. Which has been not such a bad thing, really. There's something to watching movies alone that in a great movie, I can totally become immersed and forget that I'm sitting in a theatre with 30 other people ( Read more... )

Life goes on
(you have to work)

You will be okay
(you can stop pretending)

It was a tragedy
(because who cares about why he did it)
(let's just call him "crazy" and blame his parents)

Here's to healing
(instead of figuring out how to fix it instead of ignoring the real issue)

(45 murders average a day in the U.S., that's over 16,000 in a year ( Read more... )

There's a sadness,
in those eyes,
a desperate kind of
familiarity.

All alone,
you sit tonight,
wondering
where time has gone.

Sleepy-eyed
your thoughts meander,
another vistor,
gone into the night.

Every single day I have to question whether I'm the crazy one, or if people around me are actually the ones beyond comprehension.

I believe that we as a society are too accommodating ( Read more... )

If the purpose of life is trying to figure out what the purpose of life actually is, then life is a pretty miserable thing because one will never know.

Even if there's only one way to do something, there are always many ways in how you go about it.