Excuse me baby, I've been talking out my ass, just wanted this to last. Yeah. Yeah, Excuse me honey, I've been lying through my teeth saying you don't mean shit to me. I just had to see if it was really true, did I finally find you? Well now I feel like without you, life wouldn't be worth as much anymore. So I think it's safe to say you're the rainbow to my downpour because,
There is no easy way to mourn for the lost. Most popular methods produce too high of a cost. The "healthiest" way (they say) is to cry and eventually move forward with life. However I've come to find, this path only leads to anger, stress, strife. So what I recommend my friends, is not to drink, smoke, harm, or be bitter. And it's definitely not to become a life quitter. I simply suggest one little favor. For the ones not yet lost, their moments and memories you shall savor. For the ones already gone, an even easier task. Don't let the sweet memories of their life pass, and with this method for many years more they surely will last.
I guess life is just another obstacle.
Here's a story of two kids just trying to make it. Just trying to get it right. Just trying to make it through the night. Through all the pain and the pleasure, they never thought they'd have to lose the one thing they actually treasured. So here's to all the punks and outcasts. To all the popular and perfect people out there. Because love... love is the only damn thing that doesn't discriminate. And that's why I'm so god damn passionate about it. Because it legit represents everything that I am, ever was, and ever felt. No matter the shitty cards I was dealt. I still kept my mind clear and my heart open. No matter how many times, life happened and it just became dust or became broken. I'm not saying you have to agree. But, listen to the words being spoken. Love each other and love thyself. because, no one's going to love you in heaven or hell. the world is cold. the afterlife is colder. we're put into groups depending on our past instead of just sharing crying shoulders. Is that really the way we want to represent humanity? Just another dollar to make. Another demon to breed? I just lost the most important thing to me. my independent way of thinking. And for what? something I thought would last a lifetime. Now, don't get it twisted, I'm not saying that was his fault. I changed myself. Again and again. Desperately, trying to pretend, like I fit in here. Like I belonged. And all the people who made me feel like I didn't, were just wrong. But... that's actually not the truth. They were just trying to get me to see the errors in my "flawless" mindset. Anyway back to the story, and this is why I love it. There is no violence or any gore. Just misunderstandings and "I wish things could be the way they were before" and yes, some tears and past fears coming up to the surface that presented challenges and obstacles, that they faced every day. But, they just held each other and said that they'd be okay. Now, they love each other in a brotherly way. kind to each other and they have fun, and they laugh and play. But, the romance they craved and wanted so bad, began to fade away like a bad fashion fad. They became scared and irate. They screamed "that's just great" and they began to hate the idea of love and lost it in their hearts and their minds. What they didn't understand... is love exists in all kinds. Once that knowledge hit them like a ton of bricks, they held each other and shared one last kiss. And stepped into the sharp and painful reality that they just weren't meant to be. But they could join hands and share a love, that you'd find in good friends or close family.