Change is the way of life and so is destiny.

People are not theirs thoughts, they think they are, and it brings them all kinds of sadness.

what if whatever we do to change what we think is 'written' is what is actually written?

To be nobody but yourself.

The Feel.

we move on

not because we forget,

or stop loving

or caring

we never do.

it is because

they do not even notice,

that we waited so long

and that we moved on.

Just Us. Again.

I like to see people reunited, maybe that’s a silly thing, but what can I say, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.                   — Jonathan Safran Foer , Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Just Us.

Its not what you did or they did or anyone for that matter. Everything matters. You. Me. Them. Us. Its the past that has brought us all together. A very long time ago when it all happened. Spaces filled with stories of joy, sorrow and the shear will to live life. Spaces in which we would gladly live again. Stories we would gladly rewrite. People we would gladly be reunited with.

What are you?

there are things you have to miss in life. you cant have everything. you cant be the best at a sport and still want to have a music career, or have a loving husband and a family but still want to be successful, or maybe have cos-plays with friends but still get up every morning and read current affairs and run for class president, or better yet have close friends but not let in the bad with the good. life is about choices. its definitely not a fairy tale. maybe your first kiss will be after your wedding or your first accomplishment after retirement or your first love in an old age home. if life was predictable we would all be kings and queens, but we are not. we are the common people of this never-land. we just have to make a choice of whether to fly and take on an evil pirate or sit in a cave and drink tea. either way it wont bring us any sadness, and that's the tricky part.

The Cushion Critic:Passer's by Lament

this air is stale,

this place static,

same ol same ol,

a stagnant view,

a sodden stage,

these verses of hate,

whispers and screams,

with unaltered scenes,

and no effort put,

same ol same ol.

we have passed that bridge

but not mend it yet,

there is no hope or scope

or expectation,

no change or modification,

same ol same ol.

and this way we will

live out our lives,

behind shady screens

judged by heedless beings,

lets not alleviate oneself,

with botched promises,

we are all varmints,

of science and god,

deceiving no one

with our flawed feigns,

its just same ol same ol.

Its a Midnight kind of Love

there is something crazy about this love. its a midnight kind of love.

when that song comes on and i know exactly how i am feeling. and how warm it would be just to be standing next to you or better yet, just to snuggle under a palm tree. a little tipsy and happy and a little high on life. 

and i can hear your heartbeat race like a six am train because when i hear it, i know i am going places. and when my warm breath on your neck makes you giggle like a four year old cracking a joke with his imaginary friend. 

and we know exactly what to say. its peaceful like getting up at middle of the night smiling and feeling ticklish even when i am alone. 

its a crazy midnight kind of love.