Her Disappearing Theme @danablaze - Tumblr Blog

didn't we dream big once or twice?

through a ribbon in the night

broke a candle bathed in light

while all around us real life

flashed at the window

but didn't we dream big once or twice?

and that's just fine

fire is not

constant, it burns

and leaves

when there’s nothing

left to burn

ideas are always expressed but not acted upon. they say it's good that people express to provoke thought, but it seems that these thoughts are always expressed, that the relevant statements or ideas degrade its value in a platform for self-gratification. In that way, people have become accustomed to letting these ideas just be ideas with no execution.

another favor

are you proud of the way you took my skin and carved your name i wish i could go back and do the same i’d break your neck and tear off your face make you swallow it along with that stupid nickname and your whiney political rants i don’t want to remember you’re a trauma i need to erase but who am i kidding i’d do it all over again but then again you can go burn in hell

#burn in hell #asshole

I dream in the explosion of redemption holding on into a formless entity bleeding itself into an abyss a taste before the glory worship over the trigger instead of the death maybe it’s the adrenaline as you shatter my bones like lightweight cardboard is a catalyst for my rebirth maybe i shoudn’t be ashamed willing, leaping without a care but my dreams devour the abstract consumed by the emptiness of a shadow

longing drowning before it was made manifest in the tangible human presence the concept must be aknowledged in order to exist into reality

is this

i don’t understand how people get so sentimental on new years like they’ve won an oscar or something

i mean it’s just a year just like any other year

no big deal

if you want to thank people thank them personally thank them whenever you can why wait for the occasion why wait for an excuse you pussy

#new year #2016 #switchfoot #the blues

part IV

i am constantly angry at the things i cannot see like digesting a distant static you are just a theory dressed in explicit concept i have consumed an ideal photograph of you

in order to estimate one’s aspect of the other

we have swallowed sciences exporting a speculative philosophy time and space and perfect symmetry

only in order to contemplate one’s context with the other

#my writings