i am empty

how does a watermelon hold in all that sweet liquid? as if it were made and grew for the exact moment it was open. how does it know?

crying doesnt make you feel better. it just seems so becuase when u cry ur world is going through a black hole and when u get back out, it appears as if you feel better...when all it is...is sudden change
rain on me and leave thunder to the cowards

You dont want to hear this but ur not the only one

so unaccpected, so far...I didnt realize i was looking through binoculars. looking everywhere except withing... Remembering is like forcing hands on a hot cast iron pot and not being able to pull away..it burns, it hurts, its okay...it will go numb some day. Exhale is all i want to do...not taking in anything.
where do i look? under my bed where i still believe a monster exists? where do i search for my existance. where's my reason to give. A heart is just a bloody peice of muscle.
the thunder is so loud, it vibrates through me and shakes the loose soil i walk on...blinds my eyes with sudden brightness....I'm right here, you fool. Are you so bad at aiming?

smile for me, it hurts

who would have thought it would hurt to see a smile.
or that a smile can achieve such pleasantly painful bliss.
you smile, i hurt.
the grooves of your dimples...deep enough to touch the deepest and blackest of wounds.
what a fool i was to think i understood the sentiments of the soul.
the more you think you understand, the more you end up being totally confused...stuck in a puff of smoke you urself puffed and let grow...
when your eyes morph into your smile, you look like a child not yet self concious.
you forget and i forget the world.
SNAP
back to reality, where a dream is useless...

This is a reminder

your stay here is temporary distractions distractions distraction . . . meant to waste your life and make u heavy, sinking like a worthless unworthy droplet of tainted rain water... polluted and heavy with puffy nose-lifting arrogance and the deception that what is common is what is supposed to be. So distracted that what is right is wrong and what is wrong is famous. Your stupidity is not measured by how much you dont know...but by how much you fill yourself with worthless time-wasting pollution.
leave your droplet pure...once you let enter a single distraction, it does nothing but hold the door for its other buddies to stampede and possess every atom of rationality you once had.. One...two....four.........eight . . . you can't judge anymore. the proportions are off and your sense of reality is evaporating...down isntead of up, up instead of still. and you are dead, dead with lungs still heaving.

dedicated to 1:11 and 11:11 and 1:01 and 11:01 and 10:01 and 10:10...etc

I GET IT...one One ONE WON
lemmi alone
what is it...a good sign? a torturing devilish tantilizing figure? a warning? a reminder? a paranoia?? a coincidence that never seizes to coincide with every other day? Its just a number...its just a number...its just a figure...its just a ...OMG its 11:01

Hello friend

Its in those moments of total and absolute misery that you search your fogged up mind for what remains genuine. No fog deems thick enough to block your brilliant sparkle, where as all others fade with merely the suspicioun of bad weather. You are dear, you are one, you are my friend.