The Light Within the Darkness

As I slumber, your voice echoes through my mind - a voice I haven't heard in what seems like a lifetime. You connect the stars in my night sky as though they are the dots belonging to a childish puzzle - creating an image, just clear enough of an outline to give me hope for what is to come. For you are the sunlight on my darkest days of living, and without you my world has been the room of a young child with their nightlight containing a burned out bulb - bringing forth my fear of the dark.

The fear of darkness, no matter how large or small, harbors itself within every one of us.

My Planet's Last Dance

My trust with the people I most cherish in my life dwindles as the stars in my sky bleed a deeper blue than most, creating a world much darker than one should ever be. Could a past experience cause someone so much unrecognized emotional pain that they begin to mistrust the world in which they live? Sometimes I feel as though this is the case for me. I worry that without even realizing it, I am reliving my past in this very present moment of time. I understand this is a perfect example of when the much too often heard phrase of "forgive and forget" comes into play, acting as the Joker in a game we too often gamble away. Although, I find myself questioning the entire idea behind that phrase, because as humans how do we know when to draw the line? Certainly not all things should be forgotten, for we would have no memories. It appears as though I push the most important people away with the unintentional barriers I put up around myself; for those of you that tear them down, I am undeniably grateful. As I am, I relive my past in my present and leave the future as it is; a whole new solar system awaiting its discovery, for this is my planet's last dance.

I cannot bring myself to forget what you've done, allowing you to take hold of my soul like the leech that you are.

Friendship and Love, One in the Same

I cannot begin to describe the rage dwelling within me because of a recent fallout with someone I called my friend. I understand that what I am about to say may appear rather melancholic to many people, but it's in all honesty, the truth; what is friendship? In some cases you may believe it's what you share with someone, but is it really that when it can be broken apart and shattered before your eyes by just a few simple words? A split second can turn your world upside down, because you gave an individual the power to do so. Is that really right? If what you and that person shared was 'friendship,' would they really have been so cold as to use the power you so trustingly placed in the palm of their hand against you?

When you start to question the faith you hold in someone you so willingly refer to as a friend, the difficult realization hits that the term 'friendship' is thrown around as freely as that simple four letter word. It may be with the same person over and over again, or various amounts of people, but the problems faced rest upon a horizon too wide, or too broad rather for us simple minded humans to even dream of measuring to the point of comprehension. I suppose this is just a part of 'life' and someday we'll learn to overcome it, but for now we're stuck dealing with the backstabbing and lies high school life throws at us all on our own.

For the pleasure of calling you my friend has now ended, the memories will always remain.