Another Saturday night has come and gone.  At least some of my time these days is spent with friends, people who I can be myself around and trust.  They’re what keeps me going, because honestly, I can’t keep going without them.  Life loves bringing me to my knees and frankly I’m not able to get back up anymore.  It’s taken a great toll on me and if weren’t for friends I’d still be on my knees.  I have to keep moving forward and let go of those ‘what ifs’ because they become fleeting moments, moments where I try to grasp the impossible and let them slip through my fingers.  It’s time I start grabbing my real dreams, to seize the opportunities before me and fulfill my destiny.  

This is my time…

Right now my life is a bit peculiar at the moment.  I had an epiphany a few months back and since then I have undergone many changes, spiritually, emotionally, mentally and soon a physical change as well.  But because I am still trying to become the person I’ve always wanted to be, the person I was destined to become, I have become lost.  I don’t know where I’ll end up or what I’ll believe when this is all over but all I can say is at the moment my thoughts are muddled with exhaustion and the constant wear of life.  Most people say that my life is great and I shouldn’t complain about anything… little do they know what I’ve gone through internally that I haven’t shared with anyone.  For my age I’ve learned more things the hard way and some things I have come to learn at a cost to my innocence and character.  And by that I mean I have become cold or indifferent simply because I’m not going to put up with it or I do not care if it happens to someone else.  My soul has been burdened a lot over the last several years but it has helped shape who I am to become.  

therealvagabondking:

over think these 
fucking facts:

we live
we procreate
we lie
we die

sometimes we
love
we cherish

most of the time we
ruin
destroy

these things are fact

the sins of our existence 
is written in the sand
drowned in the oceans
polluted in the air

what we were given
and what we had was
beauty

and we’ve destroyed it
for constant need
is more powerful than
constant living
 

writingsforwinter:

light a cigarette

and watch someone

live through you.

tell yourself “i am”

and become what you hate.

spill milk on the floor,

cry over it,

and feel regret over turning into

a cliche.

forget meaning,

or else let it destroy you.

ruin someone

then listen to the sound of their gun

quivering on your floor.

victim-of-convenience:

Your words are (I am)
sinking
into the space
that’s emptied
when a sense of place
becomes displaced
and all (I am)
is left betrayed
for pretense - a charade
Never more (I am)
afraid that
when the will is lost
- the wires crossed -
the spark will be (I am)
enough to cede
that need is greater
than resolve
dissent dissolved
(I am) absolved
by every truth
you’ve left interred
within your words