The truth

In my songs, in my thoughts, in my actions. The best part, the part where you realize that the breeze going through you hair isnt hot, isnt cold, its just there. and its not hard to figgure how much you can take. but it is hard to realize that the things that hurt you the most make you the most stronger. I have had several moments that i thought ripped my heart out, only to find it replace with a golden renewal, and i would do anything for a new perspective. An inspiration is all i really want anyway. Sometimes we find them in each other, i like to find mine on a rainy day at 2 in the morning. Wearing dress pants in the mud. The worst feeling in the world though is trying to be real and catching yourself in differnt mask. Who do i have to impress, i am no prisoner and neither are you. I know that some of the people we confront that think they are better than everyone actualy use very little words. They dont like to dig to deep in fear they might actualy find theirself. when all this time they have been building a golden cast and a golden grave, with a heart made of stone. people that are worth more in dollar bills than they are in one single emotion. But this world is a world to power, not much besides.

I have alot of respect for people that can inspire me. Oliver Stone, Jim Morrison, William Blake, Adouls Huxley, whoever wrote the short story Teddy, Robert Frost, Motzart, Shakespear, once more into the breach dear friends, incubus. People i believe care more about the compostion of life than the construction of wealth.

It feels good to work hard sometimes. As long as it is under your own free will. Acomplishing something makes us feel worthful.

A flash of light. and memory cease to exist. i find myself in oblivion which words cannot discribe. Hate, jelousy a powerful vast of emotion punctured like the ozone layer while wild radient rays scorch down devouer anything that lay amist. i cry out begging for my life. treading a sea of ignorance, and greed. i watch the most passionate people take from the laza fair, as their pockets get fatter and their minds becomming narrower and narrower. what is anyone left to do in this life. is it safe to say that some just want to get it over with.

Is suicide only a human charactaristic, or has it just never been witnessed. I cryed today for the first time out of frustration for the world. I feel alone, and i really dont even want to relate to anyone. I am beginning to hate almost everyone i come across. There are becomming less and less escapes. I should rob a bank or run from the cops, just for the excitement.

Where is your salvation. In green and white dollar bills. united states of america, in god we trust with our money. This week i was extra bad so i think im going to throw an extra five in the tray. is that your salvation. in god you trust. I have nothing to say im so outraged. What have we done. and we call ourselves christians. today that must stand for insane.

MY OWN FOOLISH THOUGHTS ARE BREAKING MY HEART.

I can see most things that are real now. They are becomming to apparent and it seems like everything is selling out. Most things seem to bore me, i am very impatient and think that i see to much.