nowimonlyfallingapart

Now our impulses will bite at the ankles of our fears...

Be strong, be strong now. Too many - too many problems...

Let's take this train for one last stop
I know it's not the end - but it can't be that far

I guess you know how scary of a thought it is now.

Maybe love is looking for someone to fill up holes
We grow up building lies with holes in all our walls
The watch can fall but here you were with spare bricks to save the day
And we pray it’s not too late
Spare bricks can be dead weight

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:

From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

I feel like I'm messing sh/t up big time.
But I'm not really doing anything differently.
I don't know, I just feel like things are going well right now but something bad is gonna happen soon.

nothing's more fun than drunk kartwheels :)

blazin'

To be honest... my life is pointless. What purpose do I serve on this planet? I'm not helping anybody by living. I'm just taking up space. When I die a few tears will be shed and then I'll be buried in a shallow grave. Why does it matter when that happens?