This ain't a good time, but when is it ever?
I know the perfect time; but maybe that's never.

You know those mornings you check the weather before leaving the house, trying to decide what to wear? You know it's going to rain sooner or later, but for some strange reason you leave the umbrella at home, probably in an attempt to fool yourself into thinking the morning sunshine would last forever.

I can understand why you're afraid. I can understand how you came to be. But I just still can't understand you.

I'm just not sure when love and hurt began to mean the same thing.


Okay, it's on you. You can hurt me tomorrow.


H.

Every morning I get up, rub my eyes, and look at myself in the mirror; wondering how I got here.

Words coming from the smallest person, are small too.

Maybe this was just a summer thing. For you. I can't even bare to look at you now.

Every evening I wash my face, and look at myself in the mirror; hoping tomorrow will be different.

H.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwAZmFYzlos

This is the one you've all been waiting for. The one where things are said, later regretted. A passage, where no safe route exists. I simply can't even bring myself to write anything.

Maybe because I'm over all of this.

Maybe because the apathy is just so; I don't even care anymore.

Maybe just because.

Irrelevance is heightening, feelings are quietening, and seemingly somehow love just is not.


H.

Somewhere between now and then, things happened, words were said, lives were changed. Everyone but you could see the fear in my eyes.

Blinded,

obsessed,

consumed.

H.

There's something poetic about sitting here, alone, not even another customer to keep me company.

My order remains constant, always the skinny Latte.

Heart is lost
Like a lost little one
I can’t stop
Thinking there’s something I forgot…

Young one,
there’s a big sun,
and my love
shines on!

Hopelessness
well it’s over now
Spiritus
you’re still with me somehow

Young one,
there’s a big sun,
and my love
shines on

  H.


Lisa Mitchell - Spiritus

"It’s odd, thinking about death while being an atheist. To understand that afterward, you are simply not.

Dawkins and Hitchens both know that what is coming is permanent. There is no happy ending, with no chance of reunion or redemption in some other plane. Death will be a final parting, permanent and absolute.

In that embrace, it’s not just that Hitchens means a great deal to Dawkins. It’s knowing that soon, they’ll be separated by eternity. And yet, in infinite time and space, two motes of consciousness, against unfathomable odds, simply had the opportunity to enjoy a brief lucidity of life and touch each other in some small way before returning forever to the endless naught.

Honestly, there is absolutely nothing more important than the realization that this life, the single life we have, is all and everything that we will ever have; when it’s over, it’s over. In a way, it gives life more sanctity and meaning than any religion could dream."


J.

Ref: http://imgur.com/r/atheism/MtkXz (Arion VIII)

I'm at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I've spent on you
Where are the times gone baby
It's all wrong, we're at the place we made for two
If happy ever after did exist I would still be holding you like this
And all those fairytales are full of shit
One more fucking love song I'll be safe
You turned your back on tomorrow
Cause you forgot yesterday I gave you my love to borrow
But just gave it away
You can't expect me to be a friend
I don't expect you to care I know I said it before
But all of our bridges burnt down I've wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I'm paralysed
Still stucked in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise

 H.