...Peace.


Truth. Part Deux...Why is the truth so scary for you?Truth. Part Deux...
Are you afraid of what it may hold... or what it reveals about you?
The fact of the matter is, nothing is a truth.
We have given truth an unattainable definition, and when attempted definition comes into play - we find ways around it.
"Death is inevitable" - "No one ever really dies".
"What goes around, comes around" - "The world is a cruel, unpredictable place".
For what we are afraid of, is not knowing...
We make ourselves a comfortable blanket of infinite possibilities of hope, love and understanding.


Little men.Little men on rooftops.Little men.
When will they jump...
I wonder, too far for me...
Such a long way to fall - for such little men.
Slash

NumbersTen stone eleven, the self hatred has begun, Nine hundred starjumps, and a half hour run, Eight new razor scars to help her pain go free, Seven lies five times a day, so her parents don't see, Six hundred calories, needing to be purged, Five stone seven, reality's become blurred, Four attempts to try, and make everything fine, Three times she collapsed, on her constant uphill climb, Two attempts to save her, no more than skin and bone, One lost little girl Who died, all on her own.Numbers
Bullzeye
fuckaround
--
Light is the left hand of darkness
and darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying
together like lovers in kemmer*,
like hands joined together,
like the end and the way.
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