Why do you believe what you believe in?

The Untitled Hymn Do you even hear me?are the words I say even important to you? Or am I just#moonto your world, only shining at night, as though I were made for nothing more than a pretty sight? You see the words "you" and "me" are things I'm not sure we can even be. The serenity of something complex such as the opposition in my heart that not I nor thee can see. The complexities of the matter is that though you think of the thing you say you see isn't even half of what reality is or even me. Are you even there? Or are you just a star that has faded away because the sky has become to bright? You can't even see how bright you were to me. Now I'm falling and you are no where to be found. Everything is ticking like the clock of which time was wound. Now I'm bound for a road that leads to nothing. Everyone doubts I can be something. No support from anywhere and my heart unsweetly broken. I gave you the pieces as a token. You cut me with my own piece that was broken. Torn more open than the waters that broke the bridges of the ones who say...its smoking.. Now the one who's always smoking is breaking out of his shell for certain... Reasons, that his love shall not be spoken. And his regrets wiped clean. He is no longer me. For lack of the better word, he is just a name that they called _____ a name. A man without blame. A gentleman. A man so neat. The one everyone was so glad to meet. The one other souls sat and envied. Now lost in the world. No direction. You'll never understand the true significant beauty in the one who actually existed. When it's too late you'll be on your knees begging and pleading for me to come and be all you need. I can only dream to not care of the memories we shared, so that the pain might disappear -WhoIsAnt

Isn't she lovely

Music Once spoke from the heart to the heart of another. Now taken for granted only to be understood as a money maker.

Revenge Revenge. We've all done it. Settled the score. Got even. Or so we thought we have. When has revenge really ever made us feel better? When has revenge healed us? Is it ever?..forgive and forget right? How hard is it? Very, yes indeed it is. But is taking revenge and not forgiving worth carrying the luggage for?