her passion has died along side her soul, which lives in a shadow of darkness, ramon noodles and newports. over the years, her posture has sunken, for the world has completely consumed her. where's that pretty simile? they're always wondering....whats going on inside of her. who is this zombie? and what happened to those bright eyes? we are no longer interested.

lost and forgotten: oh wandering child.

as easy as it seemed to be

we were lost and forgotten
you deleted me out of your life
and i tried to burn pictures of us.
but there's no escaping the internet
one might be an explorer
broken hearts galore
we are forever
at least upstairs...in my head.

lets hold hands and ambush the white house

show the administrative's what life is all about

rugged and drained

our eyes hold so much pain

and our ankles are swollen from their chains.

click clack went the barrel

we'll kidnap the president's daughter

and then slaughter their family pets

all for the sake of our income tax

which one of my people want next?

when their sleeping

we'll sneak up in their dreams

give 'em nightmares of economic schemes

all for the love of coffee and cream.

$$$.

train daze.

i know it as if my world isn't breathing. i could feel it in my bones. crowded subway rides with cluttered minds. i would enjoy sleeping beneath the stars, among the pretend to be lvrs. it's been a long shift. here i stand on my own two feet...oh how i owe my soul my soul. astral projection, my heart is out of its mind for thinking outside itself. stop believing and everything shall come to pass. most mid-nights i wish i could explode into confetti. lets celebrate all rights reserved to the cycle of situations. my long to have an everlasting companion, shall be the continuance of existence. so extensive this conscious may be, i will not believe it. backs are turned so quickly. friends hit a dead end street and this shall be the end.

climate.

'..the beauty of life - the pain never lasts...'

i love how temporary pain is. the reality in which our worlds briefly exist, feels everlasting; and the exaggeration of it all portrays the surrealism of it's being. if you can see the bigger picture, you are capable of underlining the puzzle pieces. the biggest of features start off very subtle and expand into realistic portraits. it's all around us. everything is a heavy load of crap and we can't stand being happy. every waking moment is history in the making. that last hour, is now the past. the mistakes we made last night, should not be considered as early morning issues. why can't we forgive ourselves? why is it so difficult to forgive and love each other? the question is why? why is the love we once shared now lost and forgotten?

the cycle of suffering is endless.