Do things happen for a reason?

Do we really believe things happen for a reason?

Or is this a deceptive support system, to make us feel absolute?

Is this a response we hear from others or ourselves, to ease the fear of the unknown?

In the case of a letting a goal slip away, maybe it was meant to be,

maybe we just didn't work hard enough.

In the loss of a loved one, maybe they weren't meant to go.

Maybe accidents happen, maybe there are cures to illness' that are hidden from us.

Maybe it's easier to let a relationship slip away, and give a simple fictive reasoning that there is a better door awaiting, rather then working on it.

Are we taking the easy way out?

Are we not conquering our fears, because we are scared?

Or could it be true? That there is a plan for us, that is unknown to us, and one day, it will all make sense.

Maybe one day we'll look back and think, i'm glad I never attained that goal, because if I did I wouldn't be where I am today.

Maybe there is some metaphysical after world, where the one's we love and lost, are there watching, protecting, and doing greater good than they could have executed, in the phenomenal world.

Maybe that relationship was a stepping stone to a soul mate.

Maybe we are scared, but it's fear that makes us curious and question.

And it's only questions and curiosity, that will help us find the answers.

Why is it that in the pursuit of feeling lonely, and perhaps sad,

we feel like we're all alone?

Like we're the only one's in this rut.

We entertain ourselves with any liveliness that will strike emotion.

And it's all for love.

For the one we thought we loved, for the one we loved who we let get away, for the one who broke our heart, for the one who's heart we broke.

For the one we thought we could love, who would never live up to it.

For the fear of love.

Why do we tape our lips?

Why are words never enough,

and nothing ever seems to come out right.

Why is that buried deep below all the questions, we know that one day we'll know,

and that everything will be alright.

Tonight in the search of some sort of sparked emotion,

I came across a message, typed for someone specific.

Someone who will probably never read it.

It was a place I never read from;

but tonight I did.

Titled "miss you.. "

"It's been so long since I've held you. I miss you so much. I hope you're still my friend.

I love you still, and always think about you. Your eyes, your smile and you laying in my arms.
Wish u were here . I miss my bestfriend. " (Anonymous)

Why couldn't it be said to her? Why are we so afraid?

But in the end at least we're not alone.

Robotic emotions

Robotic Emotions.

Why is it that society forces us to live in constant judgment and fear?

We are taught at an early age that there are certain ways to do things,

certain ways to live your life.

That to step outside the lines, or to walk away from the majority,

you are to be seen as an outcast.

Majority rules, majority is to vote and decide.

Even though it may not always be justifiable.

If we're not living on the edge, acting on fears, following our hearts?

Are we not humanized robots?

We have the ability to make mistakes, so lets make them,

let's learn from them, let's learn what we love, learn who we are apart from the world, and within the world, but not who we are to the world.

Sick of judgments.

This is me. take it or leave it.

Time-Still

Sitting on a cold bench,

waiting for the train,

Street sign reads time-still.

The hand on the clock ticks, and ticks.

The sun finds it's way to dawn,

you can see the frost from every breath.

Can't help but to ask, are we there yet?

But the trains are closed,

and it feels like there's no where to go.

No Regrets. Just Love.

Smile, Big.
Laugh, Hard.
Dance, Ridiculously.
Sing, Proud.
Befriend, Everyone.
Stop, Worrying.
Love, Yourself.
Trust, Your Instincts.
Stay forever young.
Live the dream.

Your Never Going To Keep Me Down

Empty,
but i feel so heavy.
i'm like everyone else,
just trying to get by.
and for some reason you won't let me.
I no longer cry, it doesn't hurt, burn, or flare.
it's numbing.
Your taking away my ability to care.
I am going to keep getting up.
no matter how many times you push me down.
I'm gunna be fine.
After every mess you make, and everything of mine you break,
it's o.k.
because one day. the stars will align, and your world will turn grey.
You made me stronger, and pushed me away.
You caused disarray in my life.
I hope it eats at you, everyday.

Before it Breaks- Brandi Carlile

Around here it’s the hardest time of year
Waking up, the days are even gone
Though the color of my coat
Lord help me killing off the cold
Where the raindrops sting my eyes
I keep them closed
I don’t feel a lot of pain only the lonely
And my quietest friend
Ever the moonlight, have I let you in
Say it ain’t so, say I’m happy again

Say it’s over, say I’m dreamin
Say I’m better than you left me
Say you’re sorry, I can take it
Say you’ll wait, say you won’t
Say you love me, say you don’t
I can make my own mistakes
Let it bend before it breaks

I’m all right, don’t I always seem to be?
Am I swinging on the stars
Don’t I wear them on my sleeves
But when you’re looking for a crossroads
It happens every day, and whichever way you turn
I‘m gonna turn the other way

Say it’s over, say I’m dreamin
Say I’m better than you left me
Say you’re sorry, I can take it
Say you’ll wait, say you won’t
Say you love me, say you don’t
I can make my own mistakes
And learn to let it bend before it breaks

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This song is, incredible, and truly hits home lately.

Changes... so many changes, every corner I look, things are changing.

The season is ending, the summer sun is drifting away.

People are changing, always coming in and out of people's lives.

I am changing.

Falling apart seems so easy.

Seeing pictures of him and her,

not hearing his words, it will be ok.

He used to say.

The worst is, I know it will be ok.

Losing someone is the worst, but life goes on.

The world keeps spinning.

my thoughts get so lost lately, feel like my brain is in some sort of captivity.

Bring it back to me.

I've always just wanted to be free.

Mistakes make you stronger, lead you to that path you need to be on.

Stuck at a crossroad, but there are a million different roads,

how is someone supposed to know?

So you choose one that feels right, because at that moment in time it's what you wanted.

But the the lights always go down, the sun sets, and it gets cold.

and even surrounded by people, you feel so alone, so misunderstood.

The sun always rises, and a smile always finds a way to come through,

and it's the good in the world, the good in people, that gives you a different view.