What does this world have to offer me?
Parties, good times, best friends, family, materialistic items, temporary pleasures, sex, money, love and everything else in between?
If that's what it is.. No, thank you.
As far as I know, we were all meant to life to fulfill a purpose.
Life wasn't supposed to be failed attempts to fly, broken hearts, arguments, and apologies.
You all say it's natural; I say it's bull.
It wasn't intended to be this way. None of this is 'natural'.
Next time you say "I'm only human";
Try and be INhuman.
THAT is OUR calling; to be INHUMAN.
Try it; I dare you.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Way back when..
What happened to the times where we didn't have a care in the world?
The times we could lose ourselves to blaring music in the kitchen and sunsets on the lake? The times we didn't have a hundred other things running through our minds? The ties we were still innocent? The times we were in love? The times sadness was something foreign to us? The times where pain didn't exist? The times where "complicated" were just words we sung in an Avril Lavigne song? The times where are decisions were to what socks to wear?The times where everyone and everything had beauty to it? The times where being passionate was a way of living and not so complex? The times where we didn't turn to slit wrists and a broken smile for fixing this foreign feeling? The times where "broken-hearts" just happened in movies? The times when we believed in our dreams?
Tell me, you'll take me back to those times. Promise me you will.
The times we could lose ourselves to blaring music in the kitchen and sunsets on the lake? The times we didn't have a hundred other things running through our minds? The ties we were still innocent? The times we were in love? The times sadness was something foreign to us? The times where pain didn't exist? The times where "complicated" were just words we sung in an Avril Lavigne song? The times where are decisions were to what socks to wear?The times where everyone and everything had beauty to it? The times where being passionate was a way of living and not so complex? The times where we didn't turn to slit wrists and a broken smile for fixing this foreign feeling? The times where "broken-hearts" just happened in movies? The times when we believed in our dreams?
Tell me, you'll take me back to those times. Promise me you will.
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