Outside.

I've been neglecting this. Oddly, the one thing that I really feel can help the change. The act that reminds me of my staggering emotion. The single escape I can find. My own comfort. Where have I been? I suppose I should have known. I should have gotten out my binoculars and saw this not too far off. I am destroying myself. My attempts at happiness were silly and mostly in vain. I am my own doctor Frankenstein. I never intended this monster. It's purpose was not to demolish this much. I was blinded by foolishness.
This may sound crazy but, I would like to thank you. You gifted me with pain which tore me to the point of realization. Without a doubt the sting hasn't yet vanished, and it won't for a while. However, I needed it. Keep in mind I still need you.

False Teeth

Funny. Yes. Funny how all can change post slight readjustments. When all we know has been flipped around. Morals now are mere suggestions to abide by. Bandages now last the evening, just to be torn off while resting. Selfishness now stands hand in hand with selflessness, because at least one party HAS to be selfish for the other to be selfless. All that we know has been altered into an unrecognizable state. To me, all is ruin. Tossed aside are the compassionate hearts of those who used to accommodate those in need. Sure, my kind looks similar to years passed, but no one truly ventures to understand the damage done. It's there. You're there. Everyone is there! Lifting themselves up by re-entering the barbaric state that I thought we were too old for, too mature, too wise for! I suppose even dreamers are there. I myself, have been worn down into a fraction of the life I thought I was. I was a fool to think the former moments of my life were difficult. They are nothing to the everlasting pain I now endure. Those I loved and respected now torn from me. Our foundation is crumbling. Focus has been lost. After all, relationships form when leadership is out of the picture.

P.S. I don't know you anymore.

The Looking Glass

I find that my separate world is the best place for me to stay. Anything is real and I never want to leave. I love venturing there whenever life gets too lack luster. Which is often. I think I'll create more to it. I'll let it flourish. One day I won't ever have to go.

Maybe I'll blend it and reality together to create something even more unheard of.

Molasses

Stuck. That's what I am. Stuck. Trapped in my own self. Just a small fragment of me. Though it is the most important part. It's me. It's really me. Not pretending, not bluffing. Pure Whitney. A beautiful creature at that. Something to be proud of. Something for others to think about. However, the words can't come out. They don't exist. They sound like crazed babbling to the common man. Too bad. I suppose I'm just a prisoner...



Any one have bail?

Turnover

Erase it. Go on. Erase it. Not much is left anyways. Just forget about it. Yeah. There you go. It's gone. Are you satisfied? Does is feel good to demolish the greatest possible masterpiece in history? To know that our selfish nature got the best of us once again? Yeah, being human is really great. Not considering the scars left upon the other life. Great. We can't keep our eyes open long enough to ever comprehend the honorable side to us. We never drew the whole sketch. We left out the vital foundation of the tower.
However, denying the past is foolish. No one could look past the remarkable fun we had. Or how the sun was brighter when we drew.

Must we keep living this way?

Or must our creation suffer more?

I miss the entire thought of it.

More importantly I miss you.

First Time Around

Morning. Yesterday. The time when sandcastles were built and ribbons were floating through space. Now. Afternoon. Today. All is this nasty dead fruit color. The cable slipped. The hands lost grip. Now, all is complete. This is how things are without hue? Is this the true nature? How can such evil lie with happiness, and even joy? The world is dead. The life is a lie. For all is without a purpose if no one decides to seek it. He's waiting for us. He loves me. And you, and that urchin outside. He can restore all beauty. Too bad that no one moves toward the right direction for assistance. Nope, we sit in the dark feeding upon each other. We're gross. Basically.