9/23/08.

I am nothing but yesterday's old news...I wish that I could've meant more to you.

10/29/09.

And that was the day our flame went out
The day I kept on screaming but I made no sound
The day my whole world was whisked away and I was left alone to say...

Oh never, never, never believe in love
Oh never, never, never believe
Oh never, never, never believe in love
For your heart with be deceived

And that was the day I realized everything had been fake
The day I cried so hard I began to shake
The day the midnight sky faded gray
And I was left to say...

Oh never, never, never believe in love
Oh never, never, never believe
Oh never, never, never believe in love
For your heart with be deceived

Oh your heart will be deceived

9/11/08.

Oh I miss the nights and the way the light shone in your eyes.
The way I could feel you next to me.

Oh I miss the sights and the times we felt so infinite.
The way my heart always skipped a beat.

7/13/08.

Second chances. Hearts beating fast. I've got one more chance to make the memories last.

8/8/08.

We'll take the pictures down and flush the memories down the drain; pretend this never happened and wash away this pain.

7/10/08.

Let's stand by that old oak tree again, I'd just turned six and you grabbed my hand. Our dreams were as endless as the star-filled sky. Oh, and looking back now it just makes me cry. Just a couple of kids, not a care in the world. You and me, just a boy and a girl.

7/9/08.

I'm the writer of this sick tale and I'll let you be center stage. I'll feed you the right words, become the thing you most crave.

Difference is common today. The worries and mishaps of other days no longer darken my doorstep. Today, I can breathe in a reassuring sigh instead, washing away all of the dead weight residing persistently upon my shoulders, knocking down the towers of misunderstanding plaguing my life – that over capacitate what is truly of importance. These things, they have vanished into minuscule particles, and for that I am glad. No more doubt hanging from the wings of certainty, clouding my vision. Let it all be wiped away, banished from this utopia residing inside of my being. This feeling, this vivid illustration of freedom, chainless and organized, will haunt the platform on which I stand firmly, unfaltering until I am on the bridge to the afterlife. It will appear continuously, through every trial, every situation, and every predicament. I will not let this feeling decay. And though this is nothing but mere fragmented sentences, ramblings, and words thrown into some sort of form, in my mind this is typical. In my mind, this is no more chaotic than any other slew of random words strung together. This is my thought process spelled out precisely with the correct number of vowels and consonants that form the words my mind is churning. My stability, my originality, my own way of seeing the mass of destruction around me. These eyes deceive me not, for I see this world my own way. This is my translation, my chapter, my book, my life, and I’ve just begun living it.

xoxo.

These roads we walk. These roads we walk mean everything. Just like the words we talk do. The lines we allow our feet to trace back and forth are those that we know like the backs of our hands - like the imperfections we all seem to have, noticed or unnoticed. These things are indescribably familiar. Whether familiar for right or wrong. These roads we walk define who we are at the core of our being, whether we believe them to or not. These roads we walk are all so very different. And that, that is what makes them our own. These roads make us who we are today, and who we will be in the future. These roads we walk. These roads we walk mean everything.

xoxo.