I Should Read This Every Morning

Everything is one. It's there one moment disappears the other. Nothing lasts forever. This is it. Everything is meaningless. Make this count. Use it as a game. Don't get serious, don't expect stuff. Let it flow. You can't quit, but choose another path. Breathe. Bathe in the beauty. Bask in the sunlight. Feel the sand between your toes. Let it rain. Feel the pain. It won't come again. Pleasure yourself by all possible means. Eat all you want. Cry your eyes out. Don't get attached to this. It's not going to stay. Keep jumping or you'll fall on your face.
You'll want to be like they say you should, but how are they doing? Are they living their dream? If they are, even that's a phase, there's never one dream when you are too close to one you'll want another. Keep jumping. You'll want to attach because that's how you're programmed. But it won't last either. You were born alone you will die alone. You don't need anyone's approval to live life. They're mortals too. They are not superior to you, neither are you superior to them. Things that begin will end. It's okay to feel bad about it. But the reason you feel bad about it is because you expected it to last forever, which was your fault. People are vicious they like to coat themselves up with a mask because that's what you're supposed to be, but sadly supposed to bes and ares are poles apart. Your heat beats differently every minute. You're growing older every minute. Get over it. Things will always happen. They're happening right now. Pay attention.

Apathetically Bored.

Something is going wrong. I don't know where. Or is it going right? I don't feel those emotions any more. I don't feel the love any more, that fire that I bore inside. That feeling of being sensitive. Is it wrong, is it right? I know it wont give me pain. But might not even have that intoxication any more. I don't feel as tired, like I always complain. May be am just plain bored. Even tired to explain. I want to live, I want to feel I don't want you ranting behind my back talking about me. I don't care what you think of me when you don't even know me, because somewhere you're just at loss.

 Dear sweet baby, our lives are different, we have to part our ways, but at what cost? Just because someone thinks you're wrong, would you accept defeat? I don't understand, is it that we're just not worth it?
  Don't feel that tingle when you touch, neither when you kiss, but still hurts to tell you I don't understand why you aren't the one I miss... Do you think you are trying to save us? Because I just don't see it. You're so consumed within, that you don't worry about who is in pain.