These ARE Just Words.

I'm talking to you. Yes, YOU.

I really don't need your help. In fact, I don't want help. Not anymore. I've been living with my problems ever since I was born and I've been able to cope with it just fine.

Yeah, a listening ear at times but I don't think I want it anymore. You... have your past haunting you. I want a break. I want a break. You've always loved her. For 16 months. I do believe there's that other someone whose perfect for you in everyway, that fits like a glove. And I don't think I'm that person. Don't I smoother you with love? You hate that. I tell you I love you but you can't do the same. These here are very good reason for a break.

Tiky, listen to you heart. It aches because you yearn for Natalie... still.
Care and Love ARE 2 totally different things. Don't just be with me because I'm in a very tight spot right now.

Leave me because you have to. And you need to get Natalie back. I know you still love her.
So just go. And don't make mistakes like I have.

Just go. Back to Natalie. I will be fine.

These Are Words, Just Words?

Daydreaming Solutions.

I had a vision; when I woke up today morning when the sunshine started pouring through my curtainless window.

A vision of me and you. In a car. Driving the endless road to nowhere. With songs of hope, love and peace filling our ears, space and heart. Reminding me of the times when you would take my hands and trace words of love on my palms.

I look into your eyes. I see the sea. Full of water. I feel it might choke me and drown me. But it's a sight to behold. A beautiful danger in your eyes. That won't let me die. It does not rage of anger but I feel it. Drops of water trickling down my face and on to my neck. Do you want to kill?

I reach out for you hand and cusp it to my chest. I say: "We will be together, Forever and always." Because I believe it so. I want to believe it. Into the land of eternity, we will walk.

Someone this beautiful to me cannot simply just be a figment of my imagination, can it be not?
For this to happen, I must Daydream.

Choose your path.

I am looming over like a shadow, almost non-existent.
To want to touch you but I cannot because you are the Untouchable.
I feel the need to kill, the need strangle, the need to smell... blood.

Can I knock you out dizzy and feel the blood rush to your heart?
Feeling the fear grip you, for you know your time has come?
Perhaps, to choke some sense into you?
And you suddenly panic, thinking why you didn't choose the road to Redemption.

To see the blood drip, drop by drop.
Trickling slowly from the sides of your wrists and mouth.
I would really really... love that.

And you cry, why?
"Why do you do this, my dear daughter?"

"This is to force you to change and to expose you, for what you are, Daddy. Because all you ever were and ever will be, is a Liar."

And you die, slowly with Fear in your eyes, wishing you chose the better path, the righteous path.