Dance

Let's all dance our little dance and run and jump and skip and prance and look to the sun to melt our hearts and do nothing as it burns our eyes and our skin and our souls. Let's all dance our little dance and sprint to find caves to hide our face and duck into shadows to hide our wounds and grovel in our hate and misery and harden our hearts. Let's all wash our little hands and dance in the mud made from sands and pray that the rain will clean us and spread our arms and mis our tears and lose ourselves. Let's all dance our little dance and live our little lives and never question why things are and why it hurts so bad and why we do it to ourselves, running in circles and never changing while we slowly die and kill ourselves and kill each other and...

Lie to Yourself

Alone in the dark with only fading memories 
An elaborate scheme to further entangle the trappings of an already unkempt mind 
Wrap yourself in those lies 
Those eyes 
Like a warm blanket 
How long since you've seen this side of pain 
Not long enough, because it's still so surprising 
Just be quiet, tell yourself no harm has been done 
And go to sleep.

Argh

So, I've been thinking about a lot lately. You know: life, love, the universe. And I am getting so frustrated with where I am right now. I always thought that at this point in my life I would have done more, or seen more, or something. I dunno, maybe I'm just in a mood tonight. But this stupid feeling always comes back when I hear new gossip from "the kids" from high school. So and so got married, so and so is pregnant, so and so got this new job. It seems like I have to weekly remind myself that I'm not a freak for not being married or having kids at the age of freakin 22. A lot of that pressure comes from living in the stupid Bible Belt and everyone marrying their high school sweethearts and blah blah blah. Whatever, high school was a joke and so were most of the guys. They still are.