something which could loosely be described as poetry.

She's gone again,
Lost her mind.
Forgotten her worries.
They all floated away,
A sea of bodies

They moved as one;
Screaming,
Jumping
As one body, perspiring euphoria,
Dripping with ecstasy.
The real world seemed so far away.

Loud music,
pulsating like a heartbeat.
One heartbeat for one body,
made up of broken hearts and scarred wrists.
Mindless youth.

Broken hearted girl.
Nicotine in her veins.
Music flooding her ears.
She's gone.
Never wants to come back.

"in a city of devils we live"

I etched the face of a stopwatch, on the back of a raindrop

Turns out Alex Turner makes me insanely nostalgic. I got thinking, is there a syndromefor wearing some kind of metaphorical mask for so long, that the mask becomes you? Maybe pretending to be happy makes the sad people happier, or does it just make them feel more blue? 

Religion is for the lonely

Today I came to the conclusion that religion is for lonely people. People who believe in love but can't share it with anyone in their lives at the moment. It gives them someone to sing love songs to who will never turn them down or reject them. And for that I admire religion in a way. It gives these lonely people someone to love, who they know/believe will love them right back, and direct them also towards a better life and happier life. But like any kind of love, love makes you do stupid things, and voila we have crazy catholic fundamentalists burning science labs.

"say goodbye to the world you thought you lived in"

"I searched for you in the dark, but you were gone"

They're pulling me down again.

We all have our anchors. Things that hold us down, keep us awake late at night. Keep us from moving on. You could say hope is like an anchor-or false hope anyway. Hope keeps us waiting, waiting for that call, waiting for a sign that someone you lost still cares. It's this waiting that eats people up on the inside, and they know what it's doing to them, but so many people have told us all to never loose hope- so they keep hoping. Hope is the anchor.