Music

Music enters my body
Attacks by vital organs
Irregularity of my heart
Relax worries in my head



That's all I got for now.

Sometimes...

Sometimes I wish I could go back
Go back and forget
Go back and change

Sometimes I wish I could realize
Realize my burned bridges
Realize my circumstance.

Sometimes I wish I could change
Change my motivation
Change my actions
Change aspects of my life.

Sometimes I wish I could be content
Content with my life now
Content with my decisions
Content with my struggles.

Sometimes I wish I could have someone
Someone for sympathy, no, empathy
Someone to hold me
Someone to hold.



Sometimes I wish nothing would have changed
I'm happy where I'm at
I'm scared where I'm at
I'm struggling where I'm at
It is always a battle,
Every day,
Every flashback,
Every scent.

Insomnia

I had a really good writing to post. About life and such. I wrote it about six months ago, and now I can't find it. Once again I will be faced with insomnia until I find what I'm looking for.

*Edit*
My mom took it, I hate when she does this shit. She takes some of the things I write, and she doesn't realize that I notice this, that it ticks me off, or that I like to read what I have previously written.
Anyways, I found one thing I had written a long time ago, not the piece I was looking for, but this will do for tonight.

03/03/09 - 12:20 A.M. - "House of Cards" Radiohead

• I can't sleep, I cant weep. All I can do is lay here and hope for the best. The best for my friends and the best for my family.
• I never asked for this. This horribly difficult life. Where friends stab you in the back. Where they leave you. Where all they do is selfishly criticize. At first it's once in a blue moon. Now it seems as common as the blue sky.
• I promise this isn't what I signed up for. All of these beautiful people who suffer and die. They die physically, spiritually, and emotionally. All falling into the same traps.  I won't let them drag me with.
• All I want to do is do what I want. It's never that easy though. I always have someone "Loving" me. Telling me I am wrong. Showing me that their way is better.
• I've had enough of the hard and harder. I've drifted farther than ever before. Nothing can help except for this feeling. Am I addicted? I don't want to change the way I feel. This gives me the love I need. The love I want.
• I miss the old me. But I love the new me. I miss my old friends. But I love my new friends.
• I want to make it to the sunrise. I want to make it to the change. I need to see orange and yellow and reds. All of the beautiful colors. The colors that remind me of the good times. The times when I was free. When I wasn't in this penitentiary.
  
• The blinding light that finds me. I want to make it to that sunrise. I don't want to take this life in vain. I want to cherish it. To cherish you - I want to be close to you - close to all of you.
• I m blinded by my own ways. And by the false ways of the world. I am blinded by the dark. I want to be like a child again. I want to be naive. I want to be on the other side. 
• Don't get me wrong. I am satisfied. I am full of life.

This was written while listening to music, that might have influenced my writing. The props go to: Brendan James, Yellowcard, Radiohead, John Mayer, and Dispatch.

This is just a bunch of thoughts that were racing around circles around my brain the night of March 3, 2009. The only way to get them out was to write them down, I still have them 6 months later, and I thought it would be good for me to write them again. They seem to be reoccurring to me.