Bigger than dreams.

A Cute Little Tale :)

A boy and girl used to be best friends but suddenly the began to not get along, they tease and harass each other all the time at school. One day the teacher had enough so she sent them to the school psychologist, he looked at the boy.“I think the problem here is trust so let me ask you this, if the school were on fire and you got out but she was still inside would you go back for her?” the psycologist asked.“No” the boy said simply. The girl got a look on her face as if she was going to cry. The boy looked to her sadly, without taking his eyes off of her he continued “I wouldn’t go back because I would have never left without her.

Let's Get Lost

Let's get lost. Let's get lost in this realm of the unreal. Let's get lost, let's get entwined, let's escape this prison I call home. I often get asked why I love indulging myself in words. Honestly, I don't know. Words mean the world to me. Without words, I would be so lost. My connection between words is like a bulimic's connection with the toilet bowl. If you ever take away a toilet bowl from that of a bulimic, they will probably feel utterly lost. At least, that's how I would feel if words were suddenly taken out of my life. Indulging myself in words means much more than just finding the perfect combination of words that probably will mean nothing in a few months. To me, the words I write and the words I indulge myself in are those that has been chosen carefully by me to accompany me during my sad, depressing moments. When I write, I feel like I have escaped time and lost reality. Lost. Let's just get lost.

Perhaps.

I don't understand how you can smile all day but cry yourself to sleep at night. How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How you can love so innocently, but it can turn into anger so quickly. How your best friend can become your worst enemy or how strange it is when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. How forever turns into a few short months that you’d do almost anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. How even though you know something is best for you, it hurts just the same. How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spare. How the smell of a person stays with you even when they’re gone. How people make promises and bare their souls to someone, despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase you from their lives cause it’s just easier then working things out.

Getting the Possible Impossibly

One suicide victim who commited suicide by jumping from the Golden Gate Bridge left behind a note saying, "I'm going to walk to the bridge. If one person smiles at me, I will not jump."

This Is Summer

With every passing day I don't see your face, I lay awake at night staring into space
With every passing moment we spend apart, my love for you grows stronger
With every thought I think about our memories, times well spent away it carries
With every breath I take without you next to me, suffocated is how I feel

Time away from you made me remember the sunshine and the waves
Crashing on the shore washing away the tears from spring, autumn, winter
The reason I'm still here; this is summer

With every falling raindrop that falls on my ledge, a teardrop on my cheek I hesitate to catch
With every falling child that falls off a swing, reminisces of our past it brings

Memories fade, I still remember the sunshine and the waves
Crashing on the shore washing away the tears from spring, autumn, winter
The reason I'm still here; this is summer

But how do I hold all this pain in? It's far too much for me to endure
Teach me how to endure everything. The reason it's all I care about...

I remember the sunshine and the waves
Crashing on the shore washing away the tears from spring, autumn, winter
The reason I'm still here is because I still remember
The good times that we spend, just us two together
With no one else around, you are all I care
No matter what the cost, the hurt I can bear
The reason I remember, the reason I still care, the reason I can bear;
This is summer

The Same Either Way

He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you