Yes, just before you ask...that's me in a cage, sometimes a caged animal is better....it can hide you and it can save you and all the while you know that even though your seen, no one will bother.

To be honest, I'm jaded.....really, in a lot of ways very much jaded. I would not say that I'm broken but the idea fills me. It makes me wonder deeply about the influences of those around me and what they really want. My friend said I love so deep, that I have a big heart....he's seen it to know, but he said that he has never seen so much hate in anyone's eyes, so much hurt. Whats interesting is that no matter where I look I see people fighting for only what they want, nothing in that kind of thinking shows me that they care about the soul, emotions or feelings of another. People want someone to love them...to care for them...to fight for them. Everyone has their own ideas of what "they" want. I have only wanted to give. To pop open a bottle of wine, to cook for those that I care about, to give them what they need and make them feel at peace. I love the lowered lights and the connection between souls...it's funny that some people get pushed from that and it's more then confusing that some people push others from that. I hate that even though you try so hard you fall short, it's you that gets to deal with the pain...pain I hate.


You can forgive but never forget, what is true hate and all though you regret, the sullen promise that you made to yourself and others. Now you stand because that's who you are and through it all you may hide that you suffer, the longing hope and the distant promise that someday you'll be rewarded all for your honer. I'm telling you now as real as I am, its all a pack of lies and stubborn demands, that people really care and friends are true and in the end all you really have is you



I miss the part, when we were moving forward now..On our way down, but maybe someday, I'll be something more than love Just know I'll never tell....And when you're on your way down...through the clouds, and you're waiting for your body's re-entry again. We speak in different voices, When fighting with the ones we've loved. We speak in different voices, why can't we say what we're thinking of? I'm missing parts, now that you've told me everything..On our way down, and I was blessed and I've forgotten how to love