It's the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't, due to deadness.

John Green

Photos by Julia Serena.

Mr. Write

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I have seen you in various stages of undress.
I have seen you through various states of madness.
I have seen your refractions and I did not recognize you.
I have seen you in various states of madness.

How high your highest of heights? How low are your lows?

I am sorry I had nothing left for you.
My mind was willing and my spirit was strong.
My lips were tired and tightened from singing along.
My eyelids are heavy as anchors thrown over.

How high your highest of heights? How low are your lows?

I have seen you in the eyes of a hundred thousand other stranger faces.
I have seen you in unlikely and unfamiliar places.
I have seen you be reckless in matters of love.
I have seen by degrees the boiling point come and go.

How high your highest of heights? How low are your lows?
What lies at the end of this long and dark and twisted road?

I have seen you in various stages of undress.
I have seen you through various states of madness.

I try to walk though life with arms open - ready, and excited. Why should I go though life with arms crossed? Prepared to block every emotion, feeling, or misery that crosses my path, or at times charges at me. And yes, living with open arms and spread fingers does mean I often catch rain, and I let it hit me where it may land - which often times is my heart. I let it hit me and I feel its chill. But, I feel. And if my arms were always crossed, though I may be able to block the rain from getting to me, I would then also suffer from never feeling at all. Which I believe is the more intolerable of the two.

Rain can be depressing, rain can be cleansing.

As far as I was concerned, there were pieces of the puzzle missing, but not lost, just scattered – and it was up to me to search high and low to find them, gather them up, bring them back, and find out exactly where they fit, until I could see the whole picture – perfectly intact. But what I felt was my duty was also my down fall – perfectionism. I wanted a perfect clear picture, but perfection is meant for jigsaw puzzles. That’s the point of them. To figure them out and make it so their pieces are un-scattered and perfectly in place. But that applies to puzzles, you see? Not you, not people, not life. And as I have come to see, I wouldn’t want my life to be a perfect picture anyways.
And if there are people who do, then I honestly find them boring.

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You were polite and laughed at both the circumstance and my all too honest jokes. That’s something you should know about me, when I get nervous I also get very honest, and ramble on and on, and say the first thing that comes to mind, which is no doubt embarrassing and most probably threatening to my cause.

I found you, and that's when I realised just how young I was, that and that perhaps optimism is interchangeable with stupidity.

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er her streaming throws her shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

“I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat. I'm all ready, you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!”

Dr. Seuss

“I like too many things, and get all confused and hung-up - running from one falling-star to another, till drop. This is the night, what it does to you."

So quick bright things come to confusion

Ghosts, wandering here and there, troop home to churchyards.

Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

The Raven

I'll be your black bird darlin'. A raven hanging on your telephone wire. Flap my wings, and set your heart on fire.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe

"There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right."

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Mad, bad, & dangerous to know. -Byron

It was nice - in the dark and the quiet. And his eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.

When you're lovers in a dangerous time

Sometimes you're made to feel as if your love's a crime

Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight

Got to kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight

When you're lovers in a dangerous time

Lovers in a dangerous time

When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. - Mark Twain

a photograph is memory in the raw

When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs.

All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me.

Jack Kerouac

i think i'm wasting my damn time.

life in the fast lane

A hard-headed man. He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty. She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart of the cold, cold city.