If the only thing that can stop you from addiction
is death,
how far would you go?
And when would you stop?

Part of loving all the lessons of life,
is embracing all the aches of death.

If you can't depend on a mountain to cry,
You can't ask a flower to shoot bullets on springtime

It was the light that blinded me,
the sound than deafened me.
The colors that bled with each hue,
leaving only black
and white

It was a hurricane when survival was
old; a habit - a breath.
A flood of emotions that
never killed.

It was an addiction
to love you
by hatred,
and to color you,
by naught.

An obsession, to forget
by remembrance,
and bleed
by living..

I have always thought that ears are the worst way for words to wade through.
Choose the heart, choose the soul, just don't speak with your tongue, and please..don't listen with your ears.
There's more to hearing than just the sound..



Blogger's note: I have a severe problem with words and expressing recently. They're a killer, if you only listen with your ears..