Walked throuhj Tokyo a thousand times or so
Nearly froze to death in the winter snow
your eye shone like sunrise in a cotton candy sky
and laughing at the thought of heaven, because on that day, heaven became a lie

I remember neon lights
flickering through the summer nights
Love songs filling the air with memories
still we sang our hopes into the sakura trees

To need one like they're the breath in your lungs, it could be a burden
It may be wrong, it may be unjust
but it is this I am certain
This is not the final curtain
simply a prelude to a great play
where I can live for every day
and know that all is not lost even when it feels like the end
Perhaps live a life where I don't have to pretend
Because faking happiness is like spitting in the rain
when the rain has only come to take away the pain
So to be more clear, love is what kept me here on Earth
and it'll be my only way out from here on...whenever things get rough
I'll have to know when enough is enough

A speck in the sands of time, all that I was is now a speck in the sands of times
to think up lyrics trapped in rhyme
I was a speck in the sands of time

I woke up from the dream and realized nothing was as real as it seems
the world wasn't the diamond's pure gleam
and I watched it burn before my eyes

Firstly, I'd like to apologize to all my friends on here who actually took the time to out of their days to leave me comments that made me feel relevently important. I feel like this temporary hiatus i've been on has torn me away from the people who helped me out when I needed them. But do not fret, my friends, I do intend on making a comeback to the buzznet world very soon. In fact, I recently decided to create a new account made up of the photography i've taken over the past year and a half. There's so much here I haven't had time (what with school finals, work, and boyfriend time) to post, and I hate that things have gotten so far gone. I've appeared to be M.I.A for awhile and I really want you guys to see what i've been up to since my break from intense blogging. I promise you guys, this will be huge. I've written so much in the past few weeks, and although i've contradicted myself on whether to post them or not, I've finally made the decision to share my life with you all.


I haven't forgotten True F**king Love.
Don't lose faith in me. I love you all.

Night.
My favorite time of "day".
By myself, allowed to roam through this empty house. Free to let my creative juices flow onto paper.
The truth is I love living, breathing, and exploring this world beneath the blanket of twilight.
Every night, I find that same rush of adrenaline and suddenly, I want to go.
It doesn't matter where.
I just want to be somewhere in the city.
Anywhere but home.
My body craves nicotine and soft lips to my skin. Both so far but the scent invigorates my senses.
I wanna be bad.
And for a brief moment, maybe feel alive. Alive.
A feeling I cannot describe
The motivation to get up and leave so close beneath my fingertips
So much power to change the flow of reality
get lost for a while
And by the time day rolls back around, the sensation goes away, I fall asleep and when I wake up, wait for the robotic form to take over.
I become a zombie, caught up in reality's grasp as I try to make it through another day. Anxious for another taste of escape.
Fingers gripping the pen, mind fuzzy with pure ambition. A strand of hope...that day there'll be someone who shares this love.
An addiction of dark bliss lit meakly by crumbling stars.
A passion made entirely by sin, the mask of indifference.
A story unfinished to this day as I grip this pen, still lying alone on my bed, writing novels in the comfort of my home...
in the heart of darkness.
3 AM - The worst time of crime. Alone.

Twilight's calling my name.
I've gotta go.
I'll be waiting for you @ Midnight

You are my oxygen, keeping me sustained

like a heart beating faster, shouting out your name

You're not a criminal but you just stole my breath away against the carbon copy contract

Witnesses say it was a heart attack

Despite the medication, my hands are still shaking

You've pushed me to the edge, I can't stop myself from breaking

You said I was the cyanide in the air, cutting at your insides and making you ill

And with no words left to say, I watched you pop another pill

For a moment, I wished there were words to say to stop your self-desecration

But there was no cure to the growing perspiration

Your heart was a flawed creature crying for help

but the damage was done

My heart is drowning in my tears

and it seems only these sweet candies calm my fears

Like sweet fire pumping through my veins, I was in for the ride of my life

So was it me? Did our love have to die with a sharpened knife?

And so these brightly lit days are darkening down to a blood red hue

My heart says plenty, my words are few

You looked into my eyes in the apex of what would seem to be purgatory

And you told me you wished there was a way you didn't have to see me, for seeing me would be a reminder of the great disappointment

But your words meant little to me now

My thoughts of you have already burnt down to mere ashes on the ground

However,

since we're trapped together in what could easily be mistaken as a delusion

I might be willing to share a bit of my soul with you

if you're willing to patch up this hole in my heart, which might as well be an illusion