Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Who We Are

So the world always seems to have a problem with who we are, what we look like, or even the way we dress. But why? Why does society care, aren't we our own person with freewill? Do they care because they fear change, or because they fear change in you which would lead to them losing you? Do we change ourselves for others or for ourselves? Are you willing to change yourself for any reason? Ask yourself that, you might just find the answer to a lot of other questions.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Past is the past.

I hate my memories of you. I can't be to certain places without thinking of you. You're always in my dreams. I hate seeing you in them because its hard to remember that it meant nothing and at the end of the day we are nothing, It's sad how things can be great expect one thing, you were never really mine. So I walk away, my head held high, and my eyes looking straight ahead till what tomorrow brings.