Loneliness is betraying, which makes those which attempt to befriend it, betrayed, only leaving them in the dark.

Why must she always break my head against  stone curbs and tear my insides enough so that they become numb ? Rather, Why do I love it? .. Daily headaches and broken minds aren’t enough to tear me away. I must have her , be with her, love her. There are no alternatives nor do I see the need for any. My only aspiration is to convert the deepest rivers and winding jungles thriving within her mind. It remains an eminent task to mend her mind into what my own mind was been mended to believe. Perhaps it will take the same force it took her to unleash who i am today?

It’s illogical to believe that a relationship can thrive without trust or even without one half bieng equal to the other half. Throwing the balance out of proportion simply make ones see reality, which , in itself, isn’t a relieving sight. Considering this, it becomes obivous that the obvious answer for a relationship to maintain itself is through balance of both halves. Which lead me to conclude that this, what me and “She” have, is Not balanced whatsoever. Deppresing as it is, all i must do is count the ticks on the clock as time goes by with me laying there. On the floor, twisted in form and thought. Waiting for her to realize what I have realized months ago: That She indeed is on the lower half while I continue to survive on the higher half.

The Balance reveals her love undermining the deep intesity which mine portrays. An obvious crime against the Laws of Balance.
In effect, My desire is for her to Love me as much as I Love She.

tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Talking to someone that can understand me and give me enlightening advice is usually my favorite way but if I’m in a really bad mood I’ll simply : Breathe.
You’ll be surprised at how relieving a Breathe can be.

My fascinating mind shrouds itself with doubt and clouds rolling over complete hills. Jealous of thier stability and set place on this Earth. It yearns to somday become like those millions of hills, small or big, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is to be stable, sure of it’s existence and without doubt maintain a promised place. I seek to help it find that place. I feel that is the only way for us to truly become happy. Living without a known purpose baffles me. Hurts me. and even slowly kills me.. Perhaps the only true way to obtain my wish is an even greater abstract idea.

Love…