I’m losing my touch.
If only one could blur the lines between feeling and expression.
Has anyone ever felt lyrical?
But when they try, the words choke?
You stumble over your very words.
But your heart aches, longing to be heard.
Do you quietly crawl back into your hole?
Or do what could never easily be done.
Hm….
I should really use tumblr more. Ya know. Before this internet censorship bullshit goes trough. Then i cant express myself with the help of photos (unless they’re my own…..which they should be.) But lets face the facts. Some people are more creative than others, and certainly more creative than myself. So who says i cant express my anger with a funny .gif image? Its not like im claiming it as my own….
Dear Photograph,
████ don’t want to ██ be all █████ alone in ████████ the dark ████ ████. Losing sight █████ of my freedom of ████ ████ expression.
Love, Me.
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Cherish your friends.
Never forget the ones who stand by you,
The icons of loyal virtue who don’t let you down.
Even if they slip, be there to break their fall.
There comes a time where they bring you rage
Just remember that you’ve done the same.
They’re there to help you through your strains
Because that feeling helps them through theirs.
It doesn’t matter if they range in numbers
Or how their love measures in intensity.
As long as they’re there, that’s all you’ll need.
They’re always there to listen to your heart
Whether it’s bleeding, breaking, growing or glowing.
Don’t go back on the trust you’ve built
All it brings is ruin that you’ve never felt.
Even when it all seems dismal
Confide in the souls who feel helpless when you are.
(Well, thank you for reading. As you can tell, this ramble is shit in the sense that it doesn’t flow. But the words are sincere, the feeling is there. All you have to do now is take the random thoughts I present and weave them into your own conclusion. Just remember to cherish the icons. I am a Silver Tongue in my own right….Just not tonight. <3)
Backlash.
Not in the sense you think.
In the terms I feel.
Such a nostalgic mindset.
Sitting and biding my time.
Forever waiting for the past
To replay itself once again.
Waiting in vain for the good
Missing out on what is right there.
I am a fool.



