Reveal

It's not about how MANY followers you have.... 

Hitler had 4million 

..... jesus had 12

Time to Stop Hiding

Its Time To Stop Hiding....
time to stand by my words instead of hiding behind my computer. 

who am I? I'm not entirely sure that I know myself. 
What I do know? I know that the streets of Paris smell like fresh bread in the mornings.. 
And that the sun coming up over the city makes the windows shine gold. 

I may not always be accepted.  Maybe I wasn't the favorite in the class and didn't get many comments on my blog.. or sticky notes in my journal.. and maybe I DON'T know who I am!! 
BUT WHO CARES!?

You are under no obligation to be the same person you were 5 minutes ago...
so how could any of us possibly know who we are?? When we can be anything we choose to be...
weather I am Tage Hardy, Patient Zero or who ever comes next.. I will always be myself.. 
So why have anything to hide. 

Who Am I?                                                  That's for me to decide ....

From My Heart.

You may have forgotten about me... 
but I've always been there.. 
You tell me that I'm broken. and you listen to your head instead of me 
what does you brain know anyway?...
well, you brain knows a lot of things...

but being smart doesn't always make you wise


(for instance; if your smart, you'll know that a tomato is a fruit.
if your wise you'll know not to use it in a fruit salad.)


I've always been there for you, 
I've felt every joy and every pain that you have
And when you've broken down.. I kept beating.. 

Because I haven't given up on you...
So please don't give up on me 

-Signed your heart. 

"Missing" Blue Ticket

Something was missing... from the day he first said I love you...
till the day he left... taking a piece of her heart with him.
Something was missing from the moment,
even before she knew it wasn't there....

But, there he is again, by her side holding her
wishing to stay in the moment forever...
The closer they became, the further his knife stabbed into her back.
the pain, not felt until he ripped it out...
taking it with him as he went.
and once again something was missing.
Her life was a cycle.

There he would be again... saying he was different!
Saying he could change...
But people can only take so much pain..
Her skin felt as cold as the shoulder she finally gave him...

He left.. and took a piece of her with him.. although he feels complete..
She can't get the bleeding to stop....
Because something was always missing. 

Everyone is afraid.. some are just better at hiding it. #STOLEN

I fear another grim day of walking down these hallways plastered with a reminder of how people feel about me...
In a fit of match box fears and stone cold sidewalks hidden behind upturned collars.
I fear another day
Einstein was so right! Imagination IS more important than knowledge, because my imaginary friends, were always there for me, when my real ones never were.
Will you be there to catch me ?
You were supposed to be the air in my lungs.. so when you're not here I can't breath.

Watching The Sun; Life

I walk through life... unable to see whats ahead.

and then one day ... I find I am dead

Is that all there is...?

am I not meant to be saved 

never moving a thing

but the dirt at my grave. 

I walk though life... 

fall in love, and down stairs

never stopping to wonder

why nobody cares..

about, magic and mystery

and the stars in the sky

instead of just trying

 to pass the time.. 

Work, Lust and Money

looking out for #1

why can't we stop 

and look out at the sun

But people will tell you, 

romance always dies..

and watching the sun 

is bad for your eyes.