the rain will remind you of goodness; that even ass holes are allowed to feel the rain.

welcome to your lie.

now, this is the part where your heart breaks into pieces you never knew it could.
and then comes the part where someone picks it up and puts it back together.
and then you fall in love.
and then you realise, that it wasn't him, it was you.
it was you who created that image, that person, that figure.

and then you realise that all that you made up never really existed.
all your principles, your truths, your philosophies - all made up to make you feel better about yourself.
it never really did justice , but made you feel less guilty about yourself.
and here you are.
riding this carousel - over and over and over again.

made into flesh and bones, in spirit.
but made to move like the winds, waves and earth.

in case you wondered if i caught it,
yes i did.

i am true.
and i am very real.

cycles

it is not those who have eaten that need food,
nor is it those who are thirsty need water.

thus, it is those who are unloved that need love; not those who are full of it.
for those who have much, take such for granted.
for those who have little, crave even for the little.

you abuse and use and reuse, over and over again.
until there is nothing left. not even love.

i'm tired of hearing the words,
whatever happens here, stays here.
lies.
truth sets itself free.
if not now, tomorrow.
all forms of injustice is bound to set itself right.

if you've never been in love,
you've never felt what it was like to laugh and cry at the same time.