Ability.

I leave footprints for you to walk on, simple and precise. It's only way for you to find the correct path I'm in. My thoughts, their not so restless as they were, seeing that I'm running and concentrating on what's ahead of me. Are you so delirious that I'm this far away from you? Did you know that, I've given up all my resources and childhood ambitions, to run. The swerves, the bumps, the momentary gasp for air... I think of you. I think of us. I long to construct our romance when I breathe the bitter cold air. What has happened to us? Why do I do the things I do and not get the amount back? I wish, I wish for a night alone; to be treated like the most important thing in your life for one special night. You say that I am but I don't feel it... I don't feel like I'm soaring, I feel like my feet are grounded and stuck on a mount of mud. I want to soar; to feel every bit of feeling I have felt when you've made me so happy. You do make me happy, you do but not as happy as I've been with you before. I believe you are the only one who can make me feel like I'm soaring. I wish it could happen again. Though, maybe I'm asking too much. The fact is, I haven't felt that way... Maybe, you don't feel that way. Oh, I do the things I do, I do them for you. I want you to feel and know that you are the only man that has my heart, my mind, and my physical attraction. I think, I act only the way I act because of how you've been acting towards me...Possibly, it's vice versa. This might be my entire fault. I could be responsible for this whole conundrum, which I haven't cleaned up or noticed. I wish, I need, to feel as special as I did. Maybe, you do too...

Basically, I lie to myself.

My imagination has it's weak points, especially when it comes to dealing with the truth. It falters the very existence of the term truth, erasing it's defined meaning, which leads me miserably tearful. The amount of tears rolling down my cheeks, in it's purpose of subsiding the truth, somehow began as a immature tradition that I can't fully penetrate mentally. It has become more and more of a bad habit that eats inside of me, crawling it's way to my solid state of mind. I believe it's due to a contract made by none-other-than a difficult part of my mind. Without the truth, my mind directly finds a illogical and irrational explanation that sum-up to assumptions. Again, leading me with tears, gasping for some sort of answer that'll lead me into a new light. Basically, I need a new insight on fighting myself quickly before I damage more than just me but everyone else.

Trying to understand.

You and I.
That's how simple it can get-how far it can go-as much as I'm willing to give.

(as much as there's complicating and senseless things in the process.)
(without us falling apart.)
(which includes everything that I don't ever want back because in truth you deserved or will deserve it.)

Emergency Ticket.

I'm on thin ice and I know you've noticed it too.

So there's this momentary pause after every supposedly gratifying line you've said and yet you can't redeem yourself to confront such madness that's held within that pause I've made. For your lucid unnoticeable yet peeking eyes, afraid and lost. ...I am speaking in behalf of something I can't truly say... As much as I've tried to say what you think is completely wrong; it's correct to me. You are merely a figment of my imagination, collusive with something not embarking, because you hurt as I laugh. I break as you cry. I don't understand what grounds I'm trying appease but in truth; I am lost within myself and you. What am I to make of what you've given me and what you've taken away? You are not what you were, and surely you are my diminishing piece of art. A mold once beautiful without blemish what so ever, up until now. You have done away, vanishing before my eyes with intensifying color by the hot molten lava like sun. Abused and misused with beautiful pigments unforgettable to my eyes. Just a memoir will be kept for your behalf and mine.

One tear at a time.

Appearance overall is nothing but a mask, hiding all cruel and inhuman thoughts within a pretty face.

I can't really say anything anymore, because everything is too far gone and I'm too useless now that I prefer it this way. I rather speak concerning with  what people think because I do have something to say in regards of their way of thinking; hurtfully intended just for you.

I am who I am and honestly to hell with everyones judgmental criticism. It did hurt you know; what you said and how you vetoed that opinion over mine. With that, you said, “she's even my sister.” I never was the type to overlap bloodlines and what not, but rather than get into that subject, I'd like to mention how unintended it was. She is as much of a friend to me than she is your sister and I had twice the shot to my heart with both of your offensive opinions. Yeah, you both can think that way, and she has more of the right to say it to my face than you saying it to me for her behalf. Go ahead though, I mean, to think of what she thinks of me though it hurts, but I never thought you'd coincide with that opinion. It's funny though, because the cause of me being the person that I am is your selfishness when it deals with my friends. Plus, I'm doing it on my behalf too. I'm content with it until now that you've mentioned it hardheartedly to me.

Furthermore, I'm seeing in a new light, precisely, your narrow mind, and it is super stupid for me to acknowledge it, because I can be a narrow minded person, as you've made yourself to be. Gracious, it's unchangeable, for that, I don't want to be overlooked as something I'm not, because I am who I am and the only person capable of changing me is me. I'd prefer you to back me up next time, than allow them to charge me with ridicules antics.

Once upon a dream.

Everybody uses it, one way or another. If not, then their neglecting a big chunk of their miserable lifespan on this world that I think revolves because of it. …It's something that is shared with emotions and fulfillment. Many individuals live their whole life seeking it. Some have to let go of uncertainty to receive and give it. Speaking of which, it can be anything and anyone. People prove, describe, examine and do many things dealt with it, however you as part of this human race, can only justify what it is to you, and the meaning of it. The media uses it for attraction to those who long for it, also giving other people who already have it another insight. Books, endless piles, describe meanings and analyses of it. -To be continued.

Love is just four simple letters, with a big meaning, which is used and misinterpreted by many.