A Blue Bouquet

One day you will wake up and see whats become of your life, just as I have. You will have a different reality to me but I'm sure the ideals in which you try to paint your life will be the same, but when you realise it's not what you thought will you try with all your power to restructure it? * It fell apart, my trust was tested as my friends stood up against a wall and pointed there finger at me. Everyone spoke of it but I stayed silent for my words wouldn't be heard, my white flag waving wasn't noticed for their angry red filled eyes couldn't understand it's neutrality. I'm slowly building the trust back up, one at a time while everything crumbles yet again, my shoulder is there just as theirs was for mine once upon a time. * I've become immune to my medicine, the antidote that I thought would save me cursed me, the life I lead has no substance compared to the previous, yet while standing in my kitchen looking down on my teary soaked hands I ...

I think it's time to look outside your soul and see all what's become of your life, it may shock you, scare you and might hate yourself for what's become but the only way to improve yourself is to remind yourself of the past and take each step with a deep breath for tomorrow is all you have poor child. * It's a bitter pill to swallow, even at the best of times, but crumbling in my kitchen and accepting the fact I need help was more then I could handle. It was taken from me as quick as I received it, all that blossomed inside the sweet dream is now a tiny fabricated lie on my reality. A constant reminder of everything I wanted and wished for, the simple life I crave is something I wish I didn't. It hurts the most when I recall it, but I can't help but smile at your cheeky face, the simple expression is all I need to fall back, take back everything I've built and everything I've worked hard for, for one more chance. I've made a little nest ou...

I have to ask, when troubles arise and somehow they fix themselves and everything seem's for the most part okay, but then the troubles arise again but this time the conflict isn't your fight but somehow your the causality, is it right to question all that was before, even before the fight ? * My simple life shaken to its core, the ever changing current has washed me out to sea. I'm slowly staying afloat but I don't know how, the time gone by I cant recall for time is nothing but a passing moment made up of lie's. Sitting in the wide ocean I've come to think about all that was said before we took off, simple words even those close wouldn't say, salt to the wounds for they are deeper then you may have thought.  Its hard to sit here and pretend I can swim, I'm mealy floating because of those around me, those who are holding out for hope, I have to pretend to survive. My waiting game will take ...

We all keep records, those of us who have sense keep everything important stored safely away.  Out of sight from those who want it and out of sight for our own good, because sometimes what we have stored away could destroy everything we hold dear. Regardless of its importance. * I recently found my old journals, the journals in which I poured my adolesent  heart into. Its quite funny how the tales have changed with the times, but how the hope I use to hold out for was there, somehow I had it, I had it all held so tightly that everything I wanted came to me so freely, but with greed I lost it all. * Its funny how time goes by, just like before I'm left an adolescent holding out for a hope that I don't know if I can bear at this point.  The simple tales of the past are repeated in the present but with such an intensity it shatters the hope in which the believer see's life. Its not 2005 again, I'm not stuck at a cross roads...