Happy

It's all it takes

Interaction

Wear goggles, not masks.

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I'm tired of starting again, somewhere new

What have you done now?

For me, friendship is something spontaneous. Something pure, something good. Great even.

Yet I never take it for granted. For me there are some unwritten rules, rules that don't need to be disciplined, forced or restrained. For it is embedded in my nature: some things you do and some things you don't. That is how friendships last. An, yes I use the word, unwritten definition of friendship

My friend, I'm really curious what your definition of friendship is. For your actions contradict everything that I hold dear.

Thin ice, beware of the cracks.

R.I.P

Today is a day of great infamy. Today we count our scars and bid farewell to those who perished. Today.. We vow to never forget you. Ever.

Quote of the day

"It's everywhere, it's everyone, it's every day."

Wander

I fear that love is becoming a vestigal word.
More time passes, more I grow cold and indifferent.

Quote of the day

Down crooked chairs, the stairway passes.
Comes the King of second chances.

Now, throw him in the flame.

Yearn

I find myself agitated, restless.
I realise that something has got to give.

It's 3 pm. Neutral time, neutral zone.
Pretty obvious, this is not just a mere impulse urging for action.
This has been in the back of my head for weeks. With emphasis on 'has been', that is.

Don't really have a good explanation for not taking action earlier on.
Think it deserves a culture debate. While an (urban) American would probably produce a visible question mark right on top of his head (accompanied by a slight twitch in his left eye), someone from around these parts would find it rather 'normal'. Yet regrettable, none the less.[?]

Reminds me how prudent we really are. Warp me back three months in time and I would probably agree. Now, not so much. Feels like luxury.

There is, however, one simple solution.:
Take action like the Kings of old. Act, not reflect. At any cost. With no shame to bear.

There's just one snag in it: doesn't rhyme with me. And it's not just that little voice that objects, it's everything. Calculating on several domains, harbouring on reason. Crypting.

What to do, what to do?

- "Oh, and for the nitwits among you: it's not about romance."

R.I.P

Miserie maakt je sterker,
Voorspoed maakt je beter.

Word

Word for word. Word forward.

The End

I'll stop holding on to what I haven't got.

I thought it felt right, but that right was wrong.
All caught up in the eye of the storm,
trying to figger out what it's like moving on.

And I don't even know what kind of things I said or did,
for my mouth kept moving & my mind went dead.

So picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending is starting again.

Glimpse of mejor

Time to bury the hatchet and let it go,
leave the struggle and grudges it holds.

I'll make sure all those faces around me are familiar.

Love.Dead&Gone

I won't let you control my faith,
while I have to hold the weight of the world with all my conscience.

I won't sit here and wait, while you are weighing your options.
You're making a fool of me.

You didn't dare try to say that you don't care and solemnly swear not to follow me there.

It isn't like me to beg on my knees: "Oh please, oh baby please."
That's not how I do things.

No, I'm not upset.
No, I'm not angry.

I know love is love.
Love, sometimes it pains me.

No, I won't let you take me to the end of my rope,
While you burn it and torture my soul.

No, I'm not your puppet.
And no, no, no. I won't let you go.

Time and time again

Suddenly I'm on the wrong side,
in the middle of nowhere again.

In times like these you learn to live again.

Not gone

You make me want to start war.
This would be easier if the stars wouldn't blind my eyes.

Against own nature

The mind hit the hammer hard. I took a choice. But now, every fiber of me screams. Refuses. Fights.

I've dealt with dissappointment and rejection at multiple occassions. But this..
I'm fighting against all odds and my own nature.

Ration stands alone. And this love,
This love acts selfishly, doesn't care. Its sole purpose is to survive.

I push it back, I push it back down.
For I'll never get it outside. For now I push it back down.

Back in my eye.

Disaster

Ow Disaster,
I knew I was long overdue.

Time to move on

Every step I take forward is hard. But in some way, I endure it.

I regret nothing.
Everything I did was worth it, despite all the pain and suffering.
She was worth it. All of it.

It's time to cut my losses.

It's a long road to ruin. So reunion will have to wait until spring conquers winter. Maybe earlier.
But miracles don't happen here.


"Iridescent.

Armour

Take hard knocks, come back for more.

Persist.