Dream..

In my dream no one wanted me here anymore, I was forced to leave and not to come back.
I wandered and walked for years, till one day my wandering brought me to what was once my home. I came to this store to get food that was a few miles from where my old house use to be, I stopped there, people looked at me like I had the plauge, then the owner of the store started talking to me, but there was a strange edge in his voice, then when he was done talking to me, he said "I know who you are", and I thought "Am I really not wanted here? Do they really hate me so?" I looked at the man, almost pleading that he let me be, All I wanted was to get some food, then he and everyone else that was in that store turned against me and started to gang up on me, then I screamed and I burst out of my skin, it was a wonderfully painful feeling, I turned into a dragon, with beautiful white and pale blue scales, everyone gasped as I flew away, I was surprised too, I didnt know I could do that.
I flew to my old house, after landing in the tree's, I snuck in through the back door, it was night time, no one should be awake I thought, But as I came in, I ran into my grandmother, she was so happy to see me she started hugging me and kissing me and crying, I was so happy she wanted me there, then I saw my grandfather who acted like he hated me, and it made me sad to see him like that.
Then I asked my grandma if I could get some of my old clothing, she led me to my old room, everything was as I left it years ago, untouched, Ashley was there and happy to see me, I was glad, she helped me pack clothing but insisted that I stayed, I told her about the incident at the store, and she nodded and said "Yes, its best if you go" she looked pained though at saying it.
Someone was coming near the room, so Ashley told me to hide, I hide beside the bed my sister Jessica came in, and asked Ashley why she was in my room, I then exposed myself to her, she gasped and ran to me, hugging me, and I explained everything to her, and she also helped me pack bags. My grandfather had called the town, and told them I was there, I heard them outside approaching the house yelling for me, then my father and grandfather tried to break my bedroom door down, I jumped out the door, and I tore apart, and reformed into my dragon self and flew into the moon, then I woke up.

Sucess of Love

" The success of love is in the loving- it is not in the result of loving. Of course it is natural in love to want the best for the other person, but whether it turns out that way or not does not determine the value of what we have done". Mother Teresa

Relationship.

"A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows; Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, you'll see at last; To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die; You hope you've found that special rose, 'Cause you love and care for the one you chose."

-Rob Cella

Amoris vulnus idem sanat, qui facit.

Found.

I was wandering, searching,
When the universe told me to sit down,
I sat down, and found what I had been searching for.

Happiness.

Maybe there is no reason to cry, to be in pain.
But there is still no reason as to why we live, We simply do it.
Same with happiness.
So why should I sentence myself to unending sadness when I can be happy?
But every time I find happiness it slowly slips away, Leaving my veins burning from the draining euphoric high. But despair and loneliness accepts me with open arms embracing me body and soul, no reassurances of future happiness, just the empty feeling.

All is fair in love and war.

The person who said: All is fair in love and war, Obviously wasn't the person being hurt!

"Love vanquishes time. To lovers, a moment can be eternity, eternity can be the tick of a clock."

Imaginative Scene

It was once my scene of imagination,
In condensed doses of love, happiness, and hope, Shining brighter.

But now my scene of imagination is a graveyard,
Barren, hopeless, happiness is gone, though there is still faint signs of life,
Wanting bloodshed and pain to others, but my heart is still so frail it cant keep up with the
sudden hate towards happiness, and those who possess happiness.
My heart doesn't understand the sudden outrage that fills my mind,
Its confused,
I'm confused.

Happiness.

So long I had your hand to hold, then in a heartbeat I was again alone.
Now with eyes full of emptiness and chagrin, I suffer through life alone.
Walls block my way to happiness, So I stay in the cracks of emotions, briefly tasting happiness
only to have it crudely taken away from me.
Only to have myself to blame, questioning myself with questions there is no answer to,
it happened cause it was meant to be, I was never meant to be happy.

Continuing to feel the beating of a phantom organ.

Either way you still bleed.

Love is like a knife, it can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that will last a lifetime.

It takes time.

It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone... but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Dreaming of Slaughter.

In my dream, I was a ghost, loved ones were looking for me, I cried out as loud as I could, but none could hear me, I started to cry cause of the hopelessness of it all.
Then I noticed a brooch of mine, and I picked it up and when I did the lights turned off and everyone could see me, But I was still a ghost.
And one of the people told me I was alive, but I dont believe im alive, thats why im a ghost, So in order to be in my body again I had to believe I was alive.
Eventually I believed I was alive, and I woke up lost in the forest trying to find my way back, but I forgot what I was trying to get back to.
I was wondering for a long time.
When I finally found a house, it was familiar I recognized it at first as the house that was across the street from my old house, but upon closer inspection, I realized it was diffrent, Instead of a little cottage, it was a old house, the yard was huge, and was full of pot holes that was full of dirty water and blood, and it smelled of death, rotting flesh, And from tree's there was peices of animals and people, it didnt scare me though, I seemed drawn by the macabre lawn ornaments, So I walked toward the slaughter house, not even thinking what would happen if I encountered the owner of the slaughters.
But when I went inside, I found myself, Sitting in a dark corner, crying.
Then I woke up.

True love is...

True love is when you have to watch a friend leave, with the knowledge that you might never see him again. But you know he'll be in your mind and heart forever...

Happy New Years.

New year.
Same old feelings.