“You are a drug that my blood forgot, it needed.”

It seems strange how we look in the same mirror, yet what stares back, is so painfully different.

These empty halls are crowded, this silence is too loud. Shadows they call out, now i’ve lost what once was found.

You cannot force a vine to grow the fruit of an apple tree, for the sake of your love of apples. What fruit can it possibly bear?

My blood is fifty percent alcohol the other half was you.

Now i’m like you, just a memory floating across, this now foreign land.

You’re my bad habit, on this dark planet, light up my world like stars, now they’re ashes.

I don’t want to forget you, even though its best to, now you’re just the empty space, in my bedroom.

Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.

My closest friend is myself, although he may lie to me, at least i know the lies to be true.

Of all the roses in the bush, you have the sharpest thorns.

I revel in the solace found when gold rays caress your sleeping face. Blissfully unaware of the beauty they’re revealing.

A cherry blossom refusing to bow to the seasons; fighting off frozen winds fiercely, for it knows the power held in the beauty, of its bloom.

I want to hear your secrets, to learn their weight, and bare them as my own.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

Let’s not forget that the little emotions are the great captains of our lives and we obey them without realizing it.

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.

An artist must forget painting when he paints. That’s the only way he will do original work.

Hide until everybody goes home. Hide until everybody forgets about you. Hide until everybody dies.

The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became the truth.

I live for the nights that I can’t remember with the people that I won’t forget.