It’s quite comical that the only thing that loves me is a non-sentient being, my fluffy cat. Maybe animals are sentient, and humans aren’t. We are truly soulless and unconscious destroyers and debasers, disregarding the supposed self generated emotions of others. Do we choose to ravage our peers physically and mentally? Or is it just a part of our “animal” insinct? Our collective unconcious? “Animals” are more sentient then we are, they at least don’t actively destroy everything they come into contact with.

(Source: thegreatestlie)

Here I lie
I’m Staring at
Clouds and shapes of
Dogs and cats
I hear a woman
Start to yell
“Oh dear God, I
Think he fell”

A priest is rushing
To my side
Begins to read me
My last rites
“Father you’re too late
My faith is weak
So won’t you save your
Half-hearted speech”

A man bends down and says “Son,
We’re going to get through this one
Take my hand and let us pray”
I scream “Please get the fuck away”

The ambulance is singing
As cops push back the crowd
I start to take my last breath
As blood pours out my mouth
The medic’s walking my way
I think this could be it
I hear him start to state
“The time of death is half past six”

.snoitome laer deen I

.wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I

.snoitome laer deen I

You show me
How to see
That nothing
Is whole
And
Nothing
Is broken

In you and I
There’s a new land
(Angels in flight)

.wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I

My sanctuary
My sanctuary

Where fears and lies
Melt away
(Music in time)

.wonk uoy naht noitceffa erom deen I

What’s left of me
What’s left of me

Now?

When you walk away
You don’t hear me say
“Please,
Oh baby,
Don’t go”

Wish I could prove I love you
But does that mean I have to
Walk
on Water?
When we are older you’ll Understand
It’s enough when I say so,
And maybe some things are that
Simple

“We talked of friendship ; he thought young ones were best and
lasted longest. ” When you’re young,” he said, ” you’re not afraid to
give yourself away. You offer warmth and vitality and sympathy with-
out thinking. Later on, you begin to weigh what you give.” I said,
diffidently, that he was giving me a lot, and his eyes twinkled. “A fair
exchange. You’re giving me attention. That’s a form of affection, you
know.” -Six Hours with Rudyard Kipling, an interview by Arthur Gordon.

What distresses me most is not having anyone at all to really talk to.