“Each day we move further into the abyss sleepless at midnight reciting memories and people I miss the mundanity has quickly become a reality.”

I am a faint pulse in a pile of scarred skin an empty vessel that echoes harmful thoughts stranded in the currents of isolation a phantom of the person I was before I’m alive but am I really living.

They called me a lost cause but I’m not the boy I once was I’ve paid full price for each mistake now I know, how much this body can take.

Romance isn’t dead but sadly my love for you is silenced my heart and listened to my head by your false promises I was led as if it was your ego I fed now you will see that I’m saving my love for me.

I’m up against the tide with nowhere to hide these waves are drowning me the currents are too strong I am struggling to hold on close to giving up now hopefully I’ll find my feet somehow.

Trick me into believing that the world is ending learned things aren’t breaking they’re simply bending now, I can finally do some mending.

I need to moment to breathe as from the chaos I dream to leave I know I’ll find my feet you won’t find me admitting defeat the calmness I miss I’d give anything for a moment of temporary bliss.

The past has taught me some lessons so today I’m counting my blessings I promise I’ll do more than just survive every moment I’m grateful that I’m alive.

Don’t pretend that you care for me don’t pretend you’re there for me I’ll burn some bridges if I need to start to realize that I don’t need you.

I’m not the fighter I used to be no courage left in me in my safe place and on my own I’m trying to build a home.

I guess I was the son you didn’t want but I grew into a man every mother would love. In your rejection, I was forced to find acceptance I filled your absence with the strength to be better.

I was pushed to my limit and it almost broke my spirit I know change is for the best but there’s a part of me I haven’t left I’m taking time to love this mind of mine.

Life is time lapsing behind me so I’m resting this mind of mine taking a step back giving myself some time to find my soul hoping I like what I find.

Throwing my hands up and admitting defeat there are some things in this world I just can’t beat these currents are too strong knocking me off my feet.

It might sound cliche but with the dying of another day, I’m close to walking away as my mind is leading me astray.

It all fell down like a house of cards that’s why I had to put up my guards now I’m back to building a stronger base cause now I know anything in this world I can face.

Some night I fear going to sleep as I know I’ll have to wake to dread the dawn of a new day cause I don’t know how much more this soul of mine can take.

It is hard, it lasts all day, the lighting is generally fluorescent, and, apparently, drinking at your desk is frowned upon.

It means much to have loved, to have been happy, to have laid my hand on the living Garden, even for a day.

A new day is here. Yesterday is a memory. Tomorrow is unknown. Now is the knowing.

A good practice is to ask yourself very sincerely, ‘Why was I born?’ Ask yourself this question in the morning, in the afternoon, and at night…every day.

The world is a Bridge, pass over it, but build no houses upon it. He who hopes for a day, may hope for eternit.

If we only make merit but have not stopped doing bad things, then we will never have a day of completion. It is like an overturned bowl which is left outside in the rain.

I touch it and it rings! One day the wind may blow it off the shelf, or my elbow may knock it from the table.

You can’t measure time by days, the way you measure money by dollars and cents, because dollars are all the same while every day is different and maybe every hour as well.