Task to the past

Sitting on the banks of a river fishing to bring home food, learning to fight and hunt to survive, a life of hard days and truth. Being strong. Having to family together to live. Doing what had to be done. That's the past, so what's weird about us moving forward with the same reasons and belief as that past. We've become weak, and the strongest will get you somewhere just not here.

u know who you are

For awhile I was angry...

For being a forgotten memory- not to be acknowldged even in the midst of my presence being more than apparent

For awhile I was hurt...

For turning the other cheek only to be gutter punched

For awhile I felt apathetic...

For not being good enough

For awhile I felt empathetic...

For causing the pain that caused you to attack.

Now I feel sorrow.

For the weakness that causes the manipulation of reversed psychology

Sadness that one not giving their best and being challenged to grow triggers them becoming a victim...

Baffled at the audacity of one attempting to move on to "bigger and better"

When they had the best...

And shitted on it.

For awhile I felt disrespected

but then I realize...

In the recollection of looking into your eyes

That the 'love' that we shared was based on lies

Because you don't respect nor cherish yourself

And the vanity of believing you have the upper hand is all that you have...

If nothing else

For awhile I felt it was my responsibility to manifest your dream

But how can I manifest anything in you when you have no self esteem

I thought we were playing for the same team...

But all I have to show for you is time wasted and lessons learned

And another scar from opening up only to get burned...

But then I smile because I know that due to gravity- you're already having your turn.

For awhile I felt...

Nothing

Then I relapsed back to anger

And went back into sorrow

Then I wanted you back

And then I hated you...

But now I know that with or without me the voices in your head will still be berating you

And you will continue to fall victim to your own insanities

And a crazy motherfucker obviously could never handle me.

So all the best...

I've said all that I can say

The memory of me will continue to haunt you in the brink of your "new" days

The entirety of your new found lifestyle is inspired by my nuance

You can't escape my grasp because my spirit unintentionally chokes you with both arms

Because you wouldn't allow us closure

But now quite simply I am overjoyed to the fact that it's over

~fin

So heavy

I just can t watch the ending of Titanic... Its to much

Stephen Hawking and the Universe

I really love all the new videos on channels like discovery channel and science... It rocks my world. The pictures of the universe from the view of looking at it from "outside", to me it looks like blood vessails or a struture of some kind. Id love to see what it is in the end. Far away. Also, the factors about the beginning. The big bang, something from nothing is amazing... An explosion, to and expand, to mixing of matter, to forming of laws, to gravity, to forming of planets and other awsome things of knowing with out understanding... Im so fulled with interest, I want to do more. One day I will for now I watch as the story unfolds.