Haven't been on here for about a week.

If those last posts prove anything it's that Alcohol is no remedy for an aching soul.

It just feeds the demons, makes them stronger, and there they were beating me pretty hard.


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Thoughts, visions, anything your mind can imagine the demons inside you will use to haunt you.

Always a risk to let them roam.

If my soul is healthy it isn't that bad, they can't gang up on me.


But an aching soul will take its toll when I am all alone.

But they didn't beat me.




What does it mean for them to beat me?
Let me never find out.

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So what fixes an aching soul?


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Someone who loves you back.

Someone who understands the slice you show them.



Someone who can take a second and talk to you,

To exist with you,

Get under your skin and show you what they see.

It's not always pretty, but what's the point if no one tells you?






This is why I love you: You love me back.

I think I realized this as we sat there and played with each others hands,

those hypnotic motions, exploring each others intricate emotions.


We were at peace, and like that, my soul stopped to ache.

Simple love.



When you talked about marriage it was interesting to simulate the possibility in my mind.
I guess I'm getting to the age where you meet the people you might marry some day.

We're too young to really think it a possibility of course.

But you are good for my soul,
so I will keep you
in my life
forever.



Somehow.

I think you only get so many chances to be a good person before someone will forever hitch you with the label "bad person"

But what if that person is trying to change, for the better?

How fucking confusing is it to hear silence back?

To not get the chance to put it on track?

Nothings forever, not even that.
A new day comes, the old becomes hazy fact.











The past can be molded however you want it, the future has not yet responded.

But I know what is good for me now.

Love to consume,

Love in bloom,
Love in the gloom,
Love in costume,
Love in the moon,

Love with no gimmick,
Love with no limit,


Love when I don't get hit.

Love when she says she means it.







The wind howls outside,
I try to find,
a stride,

a way to live my life.




A life with strife and everything that makes it right.

Snow builds, sunlight makes it bright,

And then, it's alright.

it's alright