Do You Hold the Key?

Life---
reality...or just a mere fantasy?
Life---
can’t seem to make you see that it’s not just you and me.
Life---
Do you hold the key...to figure out all of me?
Life.

Chaotic Mess.

I don't know about you, but I'm no fairytale princess. Love isn't all about kisses, hugs, and holding hands. It's about the fighting, insane, chaotic mess too. Love isn't always a fantasy...it has a lot to do with reality. Sometimes people don't always see that, but it's true. People say they believe in "love at first sight," but I'm not one of those people. I think it takes time, and building up a history. It involves a lot of getting to know each other, seeing each other's strengths and weaknesses, and making memories.

Falling in love with someone is about their good points, but also their flaws and imperfections. It is about falling in love with the person as a whole---all the little quirks that make them, them.

Don't get me wrong; love is an absolutely wonderful, overwhelming, emotion. Just remember the next time you are infatuated with someone that you don't love them. At least, you don't love them yet, but maybe someday you will. That's why you need to take it slow...don't rush things, because it might turn into a chaotic disaster of hate, rather than a chaotic mess of love.

What is She...Fantasy or Reality?

Lately, she just feels as if there is something missing. There is a hole in her heart, but she isn't quite sure how to fill it. What could it be? She wonders, but she can't quite explain it, or maybe she just doesn't want to admit it.

She cannot continue to lie to herself, however. Lying to herself has become like a virus that cannot be cured unless she accepts it. She has to accept what is the truth.

She laughs bitterly because she has no problem accepting other people for their flaws, but when it comes to her own, she acts as if she doesn't even notice. It is like she believes that if tells herself that she is, then she is, and if she tells herself that she isn't, then she isn't.

And reality will surface at some point...don't fool yourself, my dear! Reality will surface, and if you do not accept it now, then you will be overtaken by its mighty waves. So shove your fantasy aside now, and let your reality engulf you, before it's too late...

Tell me, is she real...or just a figment of your imagination?

Just a Mere Fantasy...

She tries so hard to be real in this world full of fakes. She gazes through her over sized sunglasses at the people out on the street. They are covered in designer labels. The women have globs of make-up on...and even some of the men.

She wonders what "being real" is anymore. If you are trying to be real is that being something you're not or is it striving to be something you could potentially become?

If everybody is so beautiful on the inside, why does everyone feel the need to deck out in the coolest clothes and cover their faces with a full blown mask? Are each and every one of us just hypocrites by nature? Is anybody real?? Or is it all just a mere fantasy..?

Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away...

Why even try? I just want to cry...I want to let it all go and listen to the rain. The rain is something tangible; it is something I can see, hear, touch, and taste. Right now rain seems pretty talented.

There is nothing I want more than to see, hear, touch, and taste. I want the concrete. I want something real, because I've been living in this world of fantasy for far too long. It's all getting hazy now...everything is disappearing.

That's why the rain seems so real right now. After it's stopped raining there are still puddles left behind, and it's like a memory is right there under your feet. And long after that rain evaporates I can still remember...remember how it looked, sounded, felt, and tasted...

Facades & Fantasies.

What do you do when a person you thought you knew was never the person you believed they were at all?

What if it was all just a facade, a mere glimpse at a fantasy that never will be?

What do you do when all you have left is that fantasy to hold on to?