We’re not afraid to die, we’re afraid of being forgotten, that no one will remember us, that no one will care. After an entire life, no matter how short, won’t ever matter because who is there to remember you; no one. No one will light a candle for me, no one will miss me, my entire life adds up to nothing! They don’t care about us.

“I wanted to tell him that it’s okay to be a damaged person, for we were taught to write in graphite; because those mistakes are erasable, reparable, forgivable. But, what he doesn’t know is that I find beauty in the crossed out words and the scratched out numbers.” – @troubleattractor

They Live, We Sleep

Our impulses are being redirected. We are living in an artificially induced state of consciousness that resembles sleep. The poor and the underclass are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent. They have created a repressive society, and we are their unwitting accomplices. Their intention to rule rests with the annihilation of consciousness. We have been lulled into a trance. They have made us indifferent to ourselves, to others. We are focused only on our own gain. Please understand. They are safe as long as they are not discovered. That is their primary method of survival. Keep us asleep, keep us selfish, keep us sedated.

Who am I?

I was recently told to evaluate my own personality, so here it is for your reading pleasure.

  • I’m a lonely person, even though I have friends, I feel as if I don’t belong yet I try so desperately to because if I don’t belong with them then do I belong anywhere.
  • I’m not much of an aggressive person but when sh*t hits the fan I always resort to violence, I’ve never known any different.
  • I’ve always feel misunderstood by others, maybe it’s because I’ve always keep part of myself hidden so people could never use my own mind against me or maybe I choose the wrong friends.
  • I find it hard to trust people because I have been betrayed to many times by people I thought were closest to me. This has happened so many times it’s broken me and I no longer can trust people. Trust is a very dangerous thing, never doubt that.
  • I am cynical and pessimistic, I don’t see the glass half full or half empty, I see a broken glass that was once full but water has seeped from the cracked sides and is now empty.

Humanity in my colours

Have you ever taken a moment to sit back; take a breath and open your eyes.

I’m shocked by what I see in humanity. Darkness is constantly consuming innocent souls with obsession’s, envy’s and greed’s, with a hunger for something that they may never find in their grasp.

We live in a busy world with something to always be doing but what if you can not find your something or even your someone. What remains other than a sanity that is slowly seeping through your skull but to be replaced by numbed emotions only to leave misery in-tacked.

What is left other than an overwhelming silence?

I’ve spent to long looking for my salvation, there is no way to justify the ways of this world.

A Broken, Beautiful Snowflake


To me you’re like snow, you wanna know why?
You’re so beautiful in a world of harsh and cruel people.
You can make people smile and forget about the bad things going on around them.
You’re nothing like anything else on this world, your so delicate and each part of is different.
But when get low to the ground you crash and you fall, destroying all things you every thought were good about you.
And once you’ve gotten used to been down there people step on you and mess around with you. Without knowing how much it truly hurts you and without meaning to, because all they are doing is trying to make the most of the time that you are here.
And then once people have had their fun and you go away. Everyone starts to miss their times with you. But they’re always going to remember what all the fun times that they had with you.
But at the end of the summer day they’re going to miss you and your short lived, merciful fall to the ground as that was the only time you ever truly lived.



Bukowski once wrote

The area dividing the brain and the soul
is affected in many ways by
experience —
some lose all mind and become soul:
some lose all soul and become mind:
some lose both and become:

I never really believed this till I witnessed it. The way that this poem alone spilts humanity into three different group; the insane, the intellectual and, to put it harshly, the idiots. 

I never felt it more until I lost my mind. 


The clock an invention that was made to keep time, we wake up and check the clock, we walk to work, check the time, have lunch, check the time, appointment, check the time, check the time, check the time…

After all this time we are bound by some simple object that hangs on the wall, is tucked in your pocket or is wrapped around your wrist. It’s actually quite sad how we rely on this one universal thing to manage our lives, the really question is what would we do without time, that would be pure chaos.

When did we subscribe to the invention that is time.

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.

One of life’s many ironyies.

Sometimes I enjoy the fact I’m not a very liked person it allows me to see from a different perspective; a lonely one.

When you are not part of the crowd that is when you can truly understand it, by observe the way it works and functions, the same way you’d look at a painting not by looking a certain part but by stepping back and looking at the entire thing because missing one little thing can change the entire interpretation.

The only way to truly understand socially interaction is to step back and shut yourself out,

Who are you underneath?


When people hear the words ‘looks can be deceiving’ they usually think that a person looks weak and pathetic but inside they are powerful beyond measure. That may be the case in comic book or cheesy movies. But from my time in this world i have learnt this to be a lie, in the real word it is quite the opposite; how a person can look confident and strong, hold their head up high and yet on the inside they are falling apart and nobody even notices.