It is a place where the monsters lurk and where people throw away their saddest and loneliest memories into before they are entirely forgotten. This is the place where my heart has been for a long time. I am trying to pull my heart out of the darkness and into the light. For there, in the light, are the new memories to be made, the places yet to be seen, and the people who will welcome you with open arms. My heart is too stubborn to listen to me and too foolish to leap in for the chance. "Why?" I asked. "Why will you not listen to reason and grab the chance at true happiness?" My heart only twists at the question that I had asked it as a memory that I held deep within appeared. That memory I had was the day that my father had died, the only one that had understood me well, the one that made me feel important, the only person that held my sanity intact and my friend. As years went by from that day, my mind and my heart start to doubt themselves, they have become darker and became
Time is a concept that never stops. It is something we can't change. Time keeps moving and it changes a person. It can create new things and improves a person's talent. A person's age can't stop and erase a person's memory. When time moves, I see the moon and it's beautiful light that it creates. I hate it when city lights removes and blinds the stars from my sight. Nature can bend to time's will, but time will never do the same. Memories are a part of people and a part of time itself. Madness is the end of a person and an evil of time that it created. I have been a victim of madness and of time. My father's life was brought short because of
I'm walking in darkness and I don't know where to go. Wherever I go the light does not always follow me. The feeling of darkness and it's so cold. I need to feel something, I need to feel the light. I need to feel it one more time before I go to the other side.
Rest In Peace, James A. Hughes, a beloved father, husband, brother, and friend. May he live forever in our hearts.
December 8, 1980 - January 3, 2017
I miss you, dad. You were always there for me, I loved the way you made me laugh, and you always spoiled me until the end. Maybe some day, I'll see you again. I'll a
I've written everything I have to say, but the words will rot and fade away. So, with a hole in my heart, I'm stuck in the same boat as before. I'll sink slowly to the bottom just in sight of the shore. I work so hard, but it makes my life worse. I know I could never leave him behind. He's the one that I've been searching for all this time. Even though, he confesses to me all of his love, I selfishly feel like it's not enough.
I know it in my heart, that there is someone so much better for me out there, I swear to the lord above. I dream about him all day long, yet when we're together, I feel like all of it is wrong. Something isn't
Shh..... Listen, don't you hear? I'm crying, they are silent tears. I'm crying on the inside. So, you can't see all the pain that's running through me. I cry for you and I cry for me. I cry for the times that I can't. So, if you listen, you may hear my silent tears.
Depression is running through my head and these thoughts make me think of death. A darkness which blanks my mind. A walk through the graveyard, what can I find? Black shadows walk in between the graves. How many lives have not been saved? Six feet under, if not more, how I'd like to go down and explore.
Fear, it lives in me, or am I the one who lives in fear? Fear, it's so many things to me, it's everything and it's nothing. It's everywhere and it's nowhere, and it lurks around every corner. Fear, it's in the air that I breathe. Fear has consumed me and my life. I fear almost everything I face, I fear sleeping, and I'm afraid of getting out of bed to face the day. I fear love, I fear hate, and I fear of getting close to people. The fear of being pushed away. Fear has followed me most of my life and it's everywhere. I am and have been blinded by fear.
I'm afraid of meeting anyone new and I'm terrified th
Truths and lies.
Love and hate.
Many things can change in a long or short life of a person, young or old.
Life is always fragile.
No matter what the cost, protect what you hold dear the most.
Happiness is the light, sadness is the darkness of a person's soul and it is either black or white.
It only depends on the emotions we feel do we truly change.
I hope we will learn from this as I have learned.
It is a place where the monsters lurk and where people throw away their saddest and loneliest memories into before they are entirely forgotten. This is the place where my heart has been for a long time. I am trying to pull my heart out of the darkness and into the light. For there, in the light, are the new memories to be made, the places yet to be seen, and the people who will welcome you with open arms. My heart is too stubborn to listen to me and too foolish to leap in for the chance. "Why?" I asked. "Why will you not listen to reason and grab the chance at true happiness?" My heart only twists at the question that I had asked it as a memory that I held deep within appeared. That memory I had was the day that my father had died, the only one that had understood me well, the one that made me feel important, the only person that held my sanity intact and my friend. As years went by from that day, my mind and my heart start to doubt themselves, they have become darker and became
Time is a concept that never stops. It is something we can't change. Time keeps moving and it changes a person. It can create new things and improves a person's talent. A person's age can't stop and erase a person's memory. When time moves, I see the moon and it's beautiful light that it creates. I hate it when city lights removes and blinds the stars from my sight. Nature can bend to time's will, but time will never do the same. Memories are a part of people and a part of time itself. Madness is the end of a person and an evil of time that it created. I have been a victim of madness and of time. My father's life was brought short because of
I'm walking in darkness and I don't know where to go. Wherever I go the light does not always follow me. The feeling of darkness and it's so cold. I need to feel something, I need to feel the light. I need to feel it one more time before I go to the other side.
Rest In Peace, James A. Hughes, a beloved father, husband, brother, and friend. May he live forever in our hearts.
December 8, 1980 - January 3, 2017
I miss you, dad. You were always there for me, I loved the way you made me laugh, and you always spoiled me until the end. Maybe some day, I'll see you again. I'll a
I've written everything I have to say, but the words will rot and fade away. So, with a hole in my heart, I'm stuck in the same boat as before. I'll sink slowly to the bottom just in sight of the shore. I work so hard, but it makes my life worse. I know I could never leave him behind. He's the one that I've been searching for all this time. Even though, he confesses to me all of his love, I selfishly feel like it's not enough.
I know it in my heart, that there is someone so much better for me out there, I swear to the lord above. I dream about him all day long, yet when we're together, I feel like all of it is wrong. Something isn't
Shh..... Listen, don't you hear? I'm crying, they are silent tears. I'm crying on the inside. So, you can't see all the pain that's running through me. I cry for you and I cry for me. I cry for the times that I can't. So, if you listen, you may hear my silent tears.
Depression is running through my head and these thoughts make me think of death. A darkness which blanks my mind. A walk through the graveyard, what can I find? Black shadows walk in between the graves. How many lives have not been saved? Six feet under, if not more, how I'd like to go down and explore.
Fear, it lives in me, or am I the one who lives in fear? Fear, it's so many things to me, it's everything and it's nothing. It's everywhere and it's nowhere, and it lurks around every corner. Fear, it's in the air that I breathe. Fear has consumed me and my life. I fear almost everything I face, I fear sleeping, and I'm afraid of getting out of bed to face the day. I fear love, I fear hate, and I fear of getting close to people. The fear of being pushed away. Fear has followed me most of my life and it's everywhere. I am and have been blinded by fear.
I'm afraid of meeting anyone new and I'm terrified th
Truths and lies.
Love and hate.
Many things can change in a long or short life of a person, young or old.
Life is always fragile.
No matter what the cost, protect what you hold dear the most.
Happiness is the light, sadness is the darkness of a person's soul and it is either black or white.
It only depends on the emotions we feel do we truly change.
I hope we will learn from this as I have learned.
I like creepy things and I like the Tim Burton movies. I also, like the Yu-Gi-Oh! series and the characters. I have an interest in mythological creatures, gods, and goddesses. I also love punk music and other things.
I just hate how some parts of technology loves to reck shit and destroys the things you work hard for. I had to reset my phone and connect my accounts to it along with me trying to go into my Tumblr account. And guess what? I had to make a new account on Tumblr in order to fucking see my favorite artists and posts. Luckily, one of the artists that I was following on Tumblr in my old account has a Deviantart account. Thank the lord almighty! I love this person and I hope they keep up the good work. If you're reading this OGSpaceGhost, thank you so much for answering my ask and thank you for making me laugh. It means a lot to me. I had a really hard time to connect my accounts on my phone. Honestly, I hope I don't make this stupid mistake again.
Merry Christmas, guys!!! (This is the best I can do for you guys since I am broke as hell) I'm just wishing you guys a happy holidays and hoping you have fun.