the night is too calm. 

serenity oozes out of the moon. 

it pours from the stars. 

it rains down from the heavens,

showering the earth in false hope. 

lulling us into peaceful dreams. 

theres nothing really calm about tonight. 

nothing safe. 

we can sleep beneath our blanket of darkness, 

but for how long?

this is just the quiet before the storm. 

all will be lost. 

hah

story of my lifeee. 

i should have fucking knownn

killing the dream is sick. 

no one reads this, so this is irrelevant. 

lately

i cant seem to tell my dreams from being awake. ill swear that i did something, but then it turns out that i really didnt, and just did in my dream. my dream world and my waking life have become increasingly intertwined, and its fucking weird. im confused as shit half the time now. its weird. 

and tonight isnt any different.

i lay my empty head down to sleep in an empty bed. 

my empty words are left unsaid, and my empty thoughts echo.

my blank eyes close, and i dream useless dreams. 

useless dreams of useless things.

but at least in my dreams i can feel something. 

something more than nothing. 

even nothing. 

is better then the thoughts in my head when im awake. 

you know

it seems like everyone has someone, and i am always left with no one. 

but fuck it right?? i guess thats the story of my life

today is fridayyyyyy

and i made a blog! ive never had one of these hitns before, but now i do! 

some beez made me make it >=[