There is still that fragment of what is time, To pretend that thou exists in only a mime. Living in a world of small white lies, The words of that of truth slowly dies. No black or white, no directions or signs, Leaving me only is confusion of what is mine. ---------- Confusion of messages intertwine with each other, winding through the branches of the obstinate forest. Not one, not two, not three or four, but an infinite number of trespassers stomp through, leaving nothing but meaningless footsteps. From outside come spears, piercing through the heart of the forest's dark and, now, hollow centre. The trees are forced to collapse, one by one they plunge into the deep forest's brown. Anything fails to exist, once beautiful and vivacious has now morphed into nothing more than a vacant disorder, all resulting from the state of destruction. Wow, i was such an emo kid lol. Confusion everywhere! :b
lol don't worry, this was when i was in my 'teen' phase, you know- nothing pleases you, you're always going to be worried, upset about something lol
oh i see, interesting, so technically still kind of in the teen phase as well. it explains ur sadness mentioned in the other thread that sometimes reaches upon u.
well if it's over 21 then i'll be an adult then. so yea, 20. LOL. there goes my guessing game! anyway i think i just spat out deppressing stuff when i was like 17- life just seemed to turn then. or maybe i just got older, more responsibilities, opening eyes to the ''reality'' of things etc. whatever really. heh!
