To The End.

When something comes to an end...its sad.
To see something go away...it kind of just sucks.
Even if this something isn't a big deal, its still sad.
Its still sad to see something go away, especially
if this something has had the slightest impact on your life.


Maybe I'm a mush ball, but this something
did mean something to me. As much as I hated
it at one point, I'm going to miss it. 


I'm going to miss you. You gave me much
joy, and much happiness. At times, I hated
you...but in the end you did change a part of
my life and I am grateful for that. We
will probably never meet again.


And I want to thank you for those precious moments.
Those moments that in my heart mean to me
more than you'll ever know. 


Arrivederci, good friend.
Arrivederci

Shattered Hope

I love you exactly the way you are.
I am in love with every imperfection.
In my eyes, you are the little pieces
that put me together, those many pieces
that make me whole. Truly whole.


I am so madly, and crazy in love.
Everything you do, in my eyes
are beautiful. You are my light.
Without you, I see nothing.
Darkness is my fate that awaits.


You mean...much much more than you should mean.


"Cause you're the one that I put on a pedestal
the one who keeps coming back to me
the one that I gave my whole heart to
the one who makes me believe
I want a lover that's a side by side
I want a lover that holds me tight
I want a lover that feels like a dream
but when I wake up, hes still with me..."


You are that "lover" that holds me tight
You feel like a complete dream. There was a
point when I would wake up and there was a 
guarantee I'd see your face, and you'd be with
me for one hour more, one minute more, one second more.


I gave myself to you, my whole heart.
A piece of me is forever with you. 
And when you left you took that
piece of me with you & I want to
stop wishing you'll ever come.
Will you ever come back?
How long do I have to wait?


You gave me hope to believe, and then...shattered me.

Is It Friday Yet?

I'm In A Great Funk.

I'm ready for the weekend.
Let it deliver ecstasy.

I'm ready to lose my mind,
let my guard down and
let the dance floor unravel me.

I want to let the "crazy" out.
I'm sick of being so paranoid
and so serious about life.

Life only comes around once.
And I want to live it damn it.

Too Much Time

Some people have WAY too much time on
their hands that they begin to "think" and it
may begin to cause a negative impact upon them.


Yes tis' true...it is good to think however,
it is not good to "overthink." And thats
what these people are doing. In the
end they come to insane conclusions.


Instead I say, breathe. Breathe.
Live. And let live. Life it short. Why
worry so much and think so much?
Enjoy life and just simply live.
That it all.

You Set Fire On My Heart.

Prologue: "Quotes"

"My hands, they're strong, but my knees are far too weak

to stand in your arms without falling to your feet. But there's a side

to you that I never knew, never knew, all the things you'd say,

they were never true, never true, and the games you'd play, you

would always win, always win..."

"When laying with you I could stay there

close my eyes, feel you here forever, you

and me together, nothing is better..."

Those quotes are so significant to my heart.

Intro: "Set Fire To The Rain...Or My Heart?"

I love this version. A lot more than the original.

My question: Can you ever love something

more than the "original."

Let me try to make sense of it all.

Your first love...can they ever be replaced?

Will they always have that little flame inside

your heart as to where it can't be lit off?

Even if you threw that little flame into

the rain, can it ever truly be lit off?

"I set fire to the rain & I threw us into the flames..."

Let it burn.

Can I let us burn? Once we begin to burn,

the truth is...its unstoppable.The passion.

The lust. The flame...it will remain forever.

Forever...it will remain, burning in heat. 

What needs to be done is to set the flame out.

Take ice cold water and pour it onto the flame.

The question is: Can your first love ever fade away?

Will the flame be here...forever lit...it will stay?

DISCLAIMER: I know this song has a different meaning I am

just using chunks and portions because it triggered

a thought process. Enjoy. :)

Alter Ego

Sometimes I wish life was just a big drunken party.
Everybody would be falling all over the place, and
falling into each other. Falling in lust, and falling
out of love. At least that is what I'd be doing.
The important part: Falling out of love.


A side of me just wants to have fun.
To stop worrying about stupid shit that in
the end, won't matter. In the end, life is
about the memories and the events, not
the knowledge or the tiny little details.


Shouldn't we being living life to the fullest?
Then why are some of us doing the stuff that
we hate in order to survive? Alcohol becomes an answer
to certain situations...to escape from reality. Sometimes
life needs to be a drunken mess in order to survive.


In this video Britney is portraying two different people.
Herself and her alter ego. This is how I'm analyzing the video.
There is one side of Britney that is an innocent, hard working
mother who almost seems perfect. And then there is another
side. The flaming, rebellious side of Britney who quite
frankly doesn't seem to give a rats ass about others opinion.


Can these two personalties ever mix without
being untrue to yourself or others around you?
Or is it the fact that everybody has two different
personalities? A personality that is embodied through
everyday life and then the personality that comes out
when the sun hits the ground and the alcohol drips inside your mouth.


Sometimes, a girl just wants to have some damn fun.
Is that so wrong? I don't think so.

Why?

Thats the question. Every single
night around this time my heart
begins to swell up and my eyes
begin to burn.

The question is: Why?
Why am I lingering?
Why can't I fall out of love?
Why can't I move on?
Why you? Why YOU?

I swear...I didn't meant to fall in love.
I've noticed almost every single post
is about this man, this man who has
torn me a part from the inside out.
The man who "knows" me from
the inside out...the man who loves
me for who I am but could't stay.

I close my eyes and your face appears.
Theres nothing left of me. Only skins
and bones. There is nothing left
of me. Nothing...in my soul.

Why you?
The universe only knows.