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Why did I go with the emotion

Why did it take control

What made it so worth it


It wasn't worth it

It was what I thought it would be

It was what I always have had when I've went with the emotion


A mistake

Fools errand

Futile effort


Maybe I just had to try it again

Just to see how right I've always been

I can't run with emotion

When I embrace it and accept its way

It's always a mistake

Nothing comes from it


Therefore


I always need reasons

I always need truth

I always want the facts

I always want words over silence

Rational


But


My flaw

Is being

Quiet myself...

http://www.smosh.com/smosh-pit/comic/smurf-houses

Nuff said...
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Thoughts
Overridden

Feelings
Overridden

Sight
Overridden

Senses
Overridden

Personal lockdown

Time will heal

Restore activated

Why can't everything just be straight
Yes, no

Why there's the grey area
Maybe

Everyone always abuses it

When you want straight answer

You just get a maybe

Then you are left with questions

Why does everyone want to leave everyone with questions

And when you ask precise you get silence

Why can't every being be straightforward in their intentions

If they would be

There would be no need for all those questions

In my mind

It doesn't make anything less interesting

It doesn't kill the excitement

It doesn't kill anything

It makes things clear

Crystal clear

Safe

Goddess'
Faith and Destiny
I want to hear you
I pray
Pray for a vision
Vision about the future
Future uncertain

I want to see
I want a vision
That tells me something certain
I'm tired of feeling insecure
I wanna see the face

The face of the person
Whose life entwines with mine
When 2 becomes 1
For life

For I don't want
Another empty moment
That will last for
An eternity
If every moment
Is only to be counted
In parts of second

For none
Will state
Their intentions
Straight on
Black and white
On the table

Why is reason such a hard term
Why is why such an awkward question

If someone asks for a reason

We close up
Void befalls on our lips
We are ashamed
Like if the reason would be laughable
We cry
For it is too hard to admit

Encounter a problem
It stays unsolved
For this very reason
It is not the reason that is laughable
Problem is laughable
The pain that it causes

It is a fatal worm
That worm carves and feeds your insides
Admittance would set everyone free
Reason would explain it all

But our lips
Remain
Sealed
For we are afraid
Of how we look in the eyes of others
Instead of curing our wounds

Jee, oli kivaa olla veljen kaa viikonloppu vaikka kustansinkin koko viikonlopun.
Lauantaina piti käydä tosin kattomassa kuolinpesän kakkos asuntoa ku siell oli kuulemma putki kosahtanu ja joku oli ilmeisesti päättäny jossai välis yrittää keittiö hanasta rykäsemällä koko vitun säätimen hanasta paskaks. Ei ollu luontoäidin näköstä jälkee se, mut hyvi kyl vesi tursus liitoskohista.
Järki lähtee ku ei mikää voi mennä vaa helposti ja sujuvasti tän iskän kuolinpesän kaa...
Loppuis nyt enneku joudun muuttelee koulutuksen peräs...
Kweh~

Iha outo päivä, muutamaa poikkeus tapausta lukuunottamatta kaikki. Kauhee negatiivisuus tänää nettiä myöte. Solvaamista, vihaamista, raivoomista. Eikä kotiväkikään sen paremmalla tuulella.
Itsellänikin harvinaisen väsynyt päivä. Jos huominen olisi parempi.
Tosin, paskan päivän pelasti paska, - - = +, niinhän meille matikassa opetettiin!

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