I Am A Part Of You

We all wonder so much about a change, a change of heart, a change of mood, even change of relationships. It really makes me sad about the connections, the reasons, the moments and memories before, during and after a change in commitment, in problems, in happiness, even in sadness. But, the anger or madness in humans, we usually take things to an over extreme from which we cannot return and undo. We all are vulnerable and emotional in one or another way. Those people or bonds that build us can also tear us down; beat us in our own game because they know our weaknesses. We are all a part of society where we judge before we introduce and to us those people are stupid who do not have their defenses up, just because they are ready to give away not only their things but themselves. We as an individual change a person either better of tomorrow or the worst of eternity. Impacts in life are black and white, are an open source and full of interactions. Our lies can be truth to the other and truth can be lies, we will always be in a circle of problems but along with them will be solutions like an antidote to a poison. Delicate souls need hope, encouragement and a pull to be back on their feet. When souls are as a couple living in a world where we whole as people are a society, are bound to bring destruction to one another's lives. The person on the ground will always be stronger than the person standing because we trap ourselves to a point that we feel lonely, and no matter what we go through, loneliness will always hover and kills us. We surely are a calculation added wrong.

Zombie!

We are reasons believing to understand, my actions your reactions are a plain and simple mix, we are severed, broken and clenched, in an open, unforgotten moments of hurt.. you restrict my reasons to excuses and wont believe them, we have gotten older, in shambles of hopeless idealism… would you remember me by the moments we've given to the problems of solutions that were never discovered, I'm needless into living this moral less bases, I've lived enough to be forgotten in the memories of no one, your hate has subjected me from the moments of none… you have thought of me as you think of me as you know of me is not the man I am to be nor was to be as aimed to be as heartbroken in a cemetery I am to be, we've lived it all yet lived it none, you've wasted your thoughts on no one, your doubted morals have ended us, long ago there was none of us..