We can change the world,
or we can just press delete

why?
whats the point?

listen

is telling someone something as important as them listening?
should we feel better after weve gotten something off our chest like we've lifted a personal burden off our shoulders,just because we have the courage to say it out loud?
or should it make things worse when you've done that and its like no one heard? as if you said nothing at all.
can you hear me when i tell you how i feel ? are you that stupid? i dont say things for my own personal enjoyment...(well sometimes i do)
LISTEN!
get over yourself and start listening because there is a world bigger than you and as soon as those around you see who you REALLY are,
you'll wish you would've listened.

August 17 4:04pm

When someone dies is it customary
to refer to time
"before blank died"?
is a moment in time so dependent on
who was or was not there? do we tell
time
is passing
by the amounts of people
who pass us?

individually un-individual

We all want to different,
the trouble is there are so many of us that you can never truly be individual.
someone has done what you have done! dye your hair black to stand out...
so did everyone else.
we try so hard to be different that were all the same. we all want the same things.
the be noticed. to mean something to someone.
i want to make a difference.
i want my difference to make a difference in someones life!
but what if my difference is the same as someone Else's? can i still make a difference that
is different ?

take away

Take away religion,
Take away political beliefs,
take away classes and hierarchy
take away money
all we are left with is relationships, emotions, friends, the need to rely on others.
we are all equal when you take away the things that people use to elevate them selves,
all your left with is people.

~~~

Life,
is what happens
while were making plans.

Silence.

Silence. Some people say its a virtue. There are many kinds of silence. Awkward silence, the still silence of nature, silence after someone has yelled. Then there is me. Here. when left with myself my mind tends to wander places. Then my thoughts are interrupted by noise coming from down stairs. it stops. Once again i sit in silence, until my mind starts to drift and thoughts of nothingness are running through my head.
i feel a cool breeze. It shivers down my spine, each vertebrae contracting as the cold sensation reaches it. The street ahead of me is long and lined with leaves. Silence. The road is still and each step i take, i take with the ut-most caution for fear that i would disturb nature. i walk a little farther until i reach a dead end in the road. Not wanting to turn back i look around. I spot a crack between two buildings. i squeeze my way through them but soon realize the crack is getting tighter and i can no longer fit. I back out and stand at the dead end. I feel lost and with only silence surrounding me, i feeling more alone than ever.
I walk back to the main street. i hop on the first bus that comes. i sit. its early. the bus driver and i drive is silence with only the hum of the engine as our conversation. The bus stops at various stops. No one comes on. The bus continues to choose its stops, me just sitting along for the ride. i stand up to exit the bis. The doors stay closed. I look at the bus driver. He shakes his head but says nothing. I feel my knees buckle beneath me. My body week. Tears blur my vision. And just like in a nightmare, the feeling that I'm falling off a cliff consumes my body.
I wake. Me, just me. Sitting alone in my room. I get up. Everymorning i make the choice to get up and be okay. To smile because ir will make them feel that they are doing whats best for everyone. Pretend that the strings attachted to me are fine. That i am fine. I choose to be silent and to silence any words that should've been, could've been but will never be.
Silence. Some people say its a virtue, others a curse.