The Silence of My Voice

The law of attraction works only for what you want, not for what you need. My dreams are almost always more of a warning. We are always missing someone. Without fail. I regret not taking more pictures. If it feels like something is stopping you, really stop. And, breathe. I am a snob, and I'm okay with that. I still think people almost always never truly admit to their feelings, or surrender to them. I don't give up, and it's colossally unfruitful most times. I observe too much, and I remember too much. It's creepy after a point. I feel sorry too soon, and too unjustifiably. I love everything too easily. But, I don't fall in love with it. I have too many memories, too patented to share. Kissing helps. Always. I like people who bring out the worst in me. It's not a side I meet often. Nothing makes you appreciate your own company than a disastrous day. The fact that anyone needs healing, is not matter to be taken lightly. Never stop asking questi...

"But they never warned me", You retaliated, Your voices screeched, your heart breached, You wriggle and slither, Skulk and scuttle,  You prostrate yourself, just to hold on to it, Like a man edging on the valley,  Rasping, and scraping to live, With each hope fracturing, Every dream fragmented, You still endure to tussle and brawl, "Help me", you plead, "Save me", you weep, And she simply laughed, "Why, but?" Lightly seizing the end of her robe, From your those once strong hands, Now frantic, deplorable, wretched, You mislay her, And there he was,  Hiding under the heavy embroidery of the drapes, Smiling, laughing, reminiscing, Think of it, of the alerts, He did warn you, "I'm Greed, I'll take what I give." And he stood behind the curtain, still, Belting yet another name off the list. I just breathed. So long,  Ak.