The one who walks in the dreams of Dragons

A fool I was. She taking me to a spring. Holding her hand and she offered a cup of the spring water. Water to quench my thirst. I drank the water and it did quench my thirst but it poisoned my heart. I will never be the same again.

I think too much and feel too little. I am afraid of my own emotions. Why is that? Why am I so pitiful when it comes to socializing but I do exceptional when it comes to solving problems? Did my parents know that I'll turn up this way? Or did they assume that I'll be a happy outgoing approachable decent looking young man? It's probably too soon to tell. But I feel that I too deserve to be loved right? Or is that a privilege for all but myself to have?

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,  Through the graves the wind is blowing,  Freedom soon will come;  Then we'll come from the shadows. Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,  Through the graves the wind is blowing,  Freedom soon will come;  Then we'll come from the shadows. Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,  Through the graves the wind is blowing,  Freedom soon will come;  Then we'll come from the shadows.

the dust of the centuries is in his eyes.

really? why thank-you very much

Some things are better left unsaid so she can have her closure but... I still love you but you left me homeless because my home was your heart. From now until my last breath I will think of you. I want to be with you. I still think the day we marry. The day we have a family. the day we grow old and die together. but, that day will never come for that is only a dream. A dream that will never come true for we both have agreed to move on.. when we had each other, we had everything. Now, we have everything but not each other. for this, savannah. all I can say I love you. as I erase my emotions I erase my memories as certain memories tie into certain emotions. I will cherish them until I forget and you turn into from someone I love to someone I know to someone I knew to someone

Are not we all destined for greatness? Destined to surpass even our own celestial parent? Us to becoming gods as well? Not being by the side of our parent but being with them as equals. Not everyone can achieve greatness but everyone has the potential for it. To be immortalized not as a person, a race, or a species. but all as one being. man and beast. man and wolf. together we will not only save our blue little home but make our presents known. to the universe for we are not humans. we are beings from the planet earth and united with man and beast.

I don't understand why people always have make their own opinions and state them as facts. Like if their the leading expert or having some type of degree on a subject that they truely know nothing about. Now I know everyone have their right to their own opinion but they don't give it right back. All I can say is my opinion. I do not represent a group or a stereotype that feels the same about this. But honestly who does? My mind is currently fragmented and I feel that I'm starting to question my mental state. Making observations on people who that I don't know. Trying to see if it all makes sense somehow. Does it make sense? Be are born and then we die. To the earth we don't matter... I... don't matter. We are killing what gave us the means to survive. And all we do is sit down and complain about the problems giving us the illusion that someone else will do it for us. If we our the future leaders of the world. Then the world is fucked.

Mom, I'm sorry. I am sorry. Sorry that I hated you. I am sorry I stole money from you. I am sorry that I worried you. I am sorry that you had to take care of me. I am sorry that you were there for me. I am sorry I wasn't there when daymond died. And when dad died. I am sorry that you don't see me as your son anymore. I am sorry that your only son died. I am sorry that your son us dead and I am not your son. I am sorry you stopped loving me. I'm sorry I never stopped loving you. I'm sorry that you want me out of your life. I'm sorry that I won't come back, I'm not coming back. I'm sorry I made you cry. I'm sorry I love you. I'm sorry that I was your son.

They say that best friends are the siblings god forgot to make. I have no one to call them that. No one to call a best friend. Or a friend in that matter. I see them more as coworkers. Just the people in the background. I am those people in the background. Do I care for them? No Do I want to care for them? Yes of course my emotions want to. Do they care for me? Yes, I know they do. Do I want them to care for me? No, I don't care for them so why care for me. Am I a troubled soul? Depends on your perspective. My past? I... don't want to bring it up, um I don't remember, yeah I don't remember. My future? I will be just luck to make it past 30, but I would like to become a ruthless dictator, sorry. Old habits. A family? Nope I'm borderline serial killer and they'll be the first I target, and they think I'm dead so yeah. Siblings? I grew up an only child, so no... Do I still want a sibling? Sorry, 18 years too late, and I would prefer to be alone... I'm used to it. Love? Well I did have someone but I let her go, she was better off without me and she has a brighter future than the best I could offer her... love again? Well their are others who has taken a liking to me, but I see no possible future other than a month or two. But their is one. she is a truly one of a kind, smart, funny, kind, looks really don't matter for me, but she is like the sunrise and sunset, beautiful; in my point of view, and the best part, her and I, have a lot in common and I'm really taking a liking to her.