Don't Stop

No really, don't stop. I like this noise. It's always welcome here, it's warm, it's truth, it's everything that my heart asks for that my head actually forgets to ask for. I never knew I could like it this much, I never even knew these things existed. Thanks for showing me, just don't stop. Stories like these should never end.

Heh

These kinds of stories need to be read over and over whilst skipping the last chapter every time it's read. And that's how i like it, good stories rotation, loop, repeat, whatever you may call it. But that's how I like it...

Skip the ending, go back to the beginning, and repeat.

So don't stop. Make this one last forever.

OW NOW BROWN COW

I don't wanna see you go
down the road
so please turn back and save me

and I know that you know
you can save me
with those cherry red lips of redemption.

cause you know
that i know
that you're my only way out of here

Actions > Words?

Too bad it almost feels like your actions only speak of death and your words aren't very well thought out.

Who are you?

Watch

You ever see Hayley Williams sing? That's how I want to feel.

Minus...the being a girl part.

I don't want to write songs, I want to feel them.
I want to smile when I pick up my guitar.
I want to scream when I pick up my trumpet.
I want to breathe when I sing.

All I want is the feeling, nothing more, nothing less. That's all there is to it.

The King of....

It feels like everyone here, everywhere, lusts for you. You hold some kind of power, the kind of power that targets one of our most natural senses. It also doesn't help that you're everywhere, it's almost like you're the all knowning being that we seem to seek. However, you do nothing, you know nothing, and you are nothing. So why do we still submit? You're charming and with every breath after each kiss, all we feel is release. We like to forget and you make it just THAT much easier. You're everywhere and that's why there's no escape.

It may feel like everyone's against me, I don't stand alone, but it feels like I do. I swear someone hates me, everything I do has somehow learned how to make a 180. And while I sit here having an intellectual tug-of-war with myself, You keep watch knowing that someday I'll be yours. I won't have it, but you insist as I resist. I will keep resisting, until you force my breath out of me.

Will I Crash?

That has yet to be seen.