End Of The World End of the world: I lay here and I'm thinking. What can I do right now to make this special? I play back the memories in my head. The greatest moments, the tears, the strange times, the love, the awkward moments. There's been a lot of those. Finally the regrets. Yes there's plenty. I might've even changed something if given the chance. But #life goes on until you want it to. I think about death, and the fate that is soon to come. The minutes pass by like a fresh ocean breeze, cherished yet taken for granted. I over heard an ignorant conversation the other day shared between two outcasted schoolmates. They were discussing the inexistence of god and how It can not be possible. I lay here thinking to my self, how is it possibly plausible for there NOT to be #life? That seems less achievable If you ask me. We're all going to die eventually, but don't get caught up within that thought. My thoughts spin aimlessly throughout my mind. Does it all even matter? If #life were to end tomorrow, I wouldn't even know. I lay here spending my last hour as a noble and truthful one. I've accomplished so much with so little recognition. But that's just how it is. So bring on tomorrow, a gun threat at our school. I still walk in with confidence and dignity. Nothing can tear me down. The truth is misguided because of fear and pain, which are now characteristics that are but a memory to me now, for I can no longer be hurt by people. I am numb to everything. My final, last words are infinite, and the fact that no one will read them bewilders me. I'll see everyone once again someday, but until then, I put my thoughts to rest. Rest in peace to myself, I will seek to find you again. I lay my delicate but fierce mind down. Swiftly. Solidly. For no one can break me anymore. I have found what I wanted in #life, and I will now go to sleep. Forever.

#life Will Go On The turquoise ocean crashing beyond her eyes. The tangerine sunset waiting to arise. The warm yellow sun, impossible to despise, she was out of her hell, and into paridise. They told her always to say what she thinks. So she obeyed the order by natural instinct. The reactions began to arrive, and settle and sink. But their new hate towards her was very distinct. It soon would be over, she knew that for sure. Her cause was so noble, as power was pure. Her thoughts did deceive her, and that was insure. This is not the pain she wished to endure. There's no way to be steered onto the right track. If given a chance, would she take the things back? She hated the social skills everyone lacked. So through her roaring mind stood her ideas stacked. She was like a criminal mastermind. Found all of their secrets, pronounced and defined. Why did she even waste all of that time? She knows it was worth it, and felt so inclined. She thought these things out, and felt so despised. Things would be different, the sun would arise. It's really not bad, she'll add a disguise. From now on, #life is paridise.

The Unthought And Unwritten Some things in #life are too small to be seen, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't search. Some people are too loud to ignore, but maybe they deserve the extra attention. Some things are too ridiculous to be ratified, but that doesn't mean things cant be compromised. Maybe something is too large for proportions, but who has a say in those standards anyways? Some people are too quiet to be noticed, but maybe underneath, they're the most extravagant thing you've ever decided to notice. A brick is too hard, yet a feather too soft. Are there any decent compositions? You put two hearts together and they form one, but that leaves each participant with only half the heart they had before. Weakness is created.