The thing that will get me outa bed every morning,
Make my thoughts run fast and clear and true,
That will quench my thirst yet always leaving me wanting more.
The thing that leaves me without bounds,
Creates in me something that burns, and never dies.
That makes me try, strive, and never give up no matter how often I falter.
My reason for living a better life,
The person I’m meant to be,
The person I yearn to be.
My reason for staying
My reason for learning, for loving and my reason for dying.

I miss being able to get into in depth conversations with my other half, while enjoying every sip of the complexness of a cup of coffee, being passionate in the things we talk about.

I wish that tomorrow was over and we all moved on
Forward to a time where I could shine,
Stand up and be me.
To when the chisel tore away at the rock, and the person I was to always be, I became.

I don’t care what it takes
I’ll do anything,
Everything,
To see justice and
Vengeance obtained.

Empty vessel
Longing
Waiting
Hesitating to
Pull the trigger,
With positive certainty
Forever

Why the fuck can’t I have anything go the way it’s supposed to,
Why can’t I have the things that I want.
Everything is gone.
Nothing is forever
And I’m left alone in the sand not knowing what to do or where to go.
Helpless.
Hating life.

I’m sad so I cry
I cry because I am sad

People making lives for themselves, from nothing.
Out of nowhere.
Where do I fit in?

Today is the type of nostalgic day that I miss my favorite place in the whole world, and I can’t go be there.

Pushes his chair in when he leaves the table,
Chews with his mouth closed
Picks up after himself and can hold doors open for a lady.
He loves animals
The earth and the outdoors.
Gets really into sports, to the point of shouting slanders and jumping in excitement, eyes filled with tears with his team wins.
Works out, or some form of activity.
Is passionate about thoughts, ideas and words,
And also about great food and drink.
Has good hygiene.
And can debate politics, religion and philosophy.
Can go to art events and fairs with me.

I feel the sudden need to be social,
And to drown myself in beer.
Inhale deeply a menthol cigarette,
Filling myself with as much
Impurity as I can,
While holding your hand.
Pass over a three philosophers
And play one of my favorite songs.
Lets stay up all hours of the night
Just like old times,
Just like the good times.
Tonight I’m aiming to be
Anything but original,
Anyone but me.