TizumeKuran

I used to see the sky, so blue and spacious. I used to know which way to go... but that quickly changed when the color turned grey. All that was before me became shattered like the fragments of my memory. To this day I still can not recall what went wrong, or why. I can barely feel what should be there. Why is it that my heart is so numb, so unfeeling? Why is that I, the girl who used to offer so much more, decided... this was better? How is it that I can not call out when I really want someone near? Why is that I, irrationally so, become defensive over myself and decide it is better to break the precious things to me? Is it all for my sake a

You know who you are. You know what you mean to me. So why can't you start opening your eyes and seeing what I see? Why do you keep putting yourself down? I've told you so many times... to believe in yourself. You can do anything you put your mind to! There's nothing you can't achieve. Sure, people will always be judgmental, and will try to knock you off your feet... but its not how many times you get knocked down that counts. It's how many times you get right back up in the ring! So keep getting back up on your feet. Stop saying you can't do this-- because I know you can. When you feel like you're crumbling, sometimes you lean away from me,

Its waking in the heart From a shadow in the dark The screams-- so extreme I can see you bleed Another storm of shattered dreams Leave this life of wakening screams Step to the other side No longer need to hide The sun I've won Your life? Be Gone!

I don't believe in the word love, nor do I believe in the word hate. I believe in something else. Something that's more believable than what the eye can see. It is the beauty in this world. Can you hear the wind whisper within the trees? Can you see the sky crying as it rains? I can... and you know what else I can see? That you are just like me. Human. You feel, I feel. You see, I see. However, we both see differently. For one thing... you might be calling my crazy now for not believing in love or hate-- but hear me out. This story has only just begun, and when it ends... I hope you see clearly, with your eyes open along with your mind. You