Why are we not

Is this all we are living for?

One

Within the dark, dark night, let myself sink in to it. I let my tears rush down my cheeks.  But only in the darkest night, while the rest are sleeping and can't see me at my weakest. My only wish is to be taken away from all the pain. To disappear in to nothingness that I am, become a ghost that noone knows is there.
A tear here and there, I brush it away. Hide it back where it belongs. Hide all the thoughts and dreams. Hide myself.
Face the reality only when I'm strong again. Am I really? Am I ever strong enough to deal with myself for another day?

Let it

They come and go

And I stay

Just like that

They open and close

And I stop

Just like that

They stay and run away

And I am

Just like that

They come and go

And

I 

Can't

Just like that

Goodnight

 There’s passion, or there’s nothing. And I want the type that drips down your back and soaks the sheets. The kind that makes you lose sleep, and late for work in the morning. The type of passion she still feels between her legs the next day. Passion that begins in one room, and ends on the floor of another. I’m talking about the kind that pins down wrists, and demands eye contact. Passion that makes her body quiver, and her legs tremble. I mean passion that’s so seductive that she would never dream of looking for it from someone else. That’s so uninhibited, intimate, and full of handfuls of hair, or hips, or their neck, or ankles, and makes you wish they had more hands. But they don’t. And it’s more than enough. And when you finish, you’re finished. And you know, in between those short breaths and messy hair, there’s passion. Or there’s nothing. 

J. Raymond

Pretty dresses
Dolls
Smiles and kisses
World of wonder
Luck and fun
Yet there was one between them
The one with broken eyes
And scratches
With a dress -
Not good enough for this occasion
Few tears on cheeks
And quiet dreams
The doll that was never held
There were hopes in her
For misery to end
In tiny pieces she would break
But through all the games
And playful rush
Of her existence noone knew
Silently she stayed
While noone cared
Of a girl
Behind them all
With patches

“If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist?” 

Cassandra Clare

nice quote

”If you are a dreamer come in

If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar

A hopper, a pray-er, a magic-bean-buyer

If you're a pretender come sit by my fire

For we have some flax golden tales to spin

Come in! 

Come in!”

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. 

There are some you love, I know; 

Be not loathe to tell them so. 

Lips go dry and eyes grow wet 

Waiting to be warmly met. 

Keep them not in waiting yet;

 Kisses kept are wasted.

Insanity

As I go down this road

Hand in hand with my own insanity.

When my heart divides herself in two parts

One for guilt and one for being true to myself

And before I reach the end of this,

I'll let go of everything I've kept in me.

I will leave my heart to a new beginning.

As soon as I come to the end of this

Insane road of mine.

maybe I'll never know

If there are no laws saying that it is wrong is it really wrong?

What if some actions most people see as immoral, are not actually immoral, but they are just fine and won't do any harm.  So by not doing them we might just slow down our evolution? The more I think about it the more I consider that human selfishness might be at fault. Too many people I guess are just too uptight in their thinking. So I just have to just sit here and guess.