meganbear141

We as humans are very good at many things. We have created technology none could have dreamed of. Art and music that none could have imagined. Architecture, literature, Science, math, medicine. It is all beyond belief. But we as humans are best at one thing. Our fatal flaw. This miraculous way that we hurt the people we care about. Sure we can smite our enemies, but it is nowhere near the fury, The strength, the sting, the coldness, Nothing near the terrors we inflict upon the ones we love. This is what we do. This is who we are. And it defines us all.

There is too much to do, brain in overload. There are too many things breaking, money I don't have to spend. There is too much I take out on you, I seem to have lost the warmth of personality. There is not much to talk about anymore, I feel a disconnect. There is a new perspective, I feel a disconnect. There is so much waiting and not enough doing, I feel a disconnect. There is so much fighting, I feel a disconnect. There is so little to fight for sometimes, I feel a disconnect. Do you feel a disconnect too? I try to make a reconnect... somewhere along the line I lost whatever we had. I feel my way through the darkness, but

Oh yes,this time last summer, it was full of indecision So much going on at once, with inevitable fission And the clarity I thought was always there within my vision Was a lie meant to perpetuate my lack of precision. And the dreams I carried, thoughts I kept They burned inside, I wept and wept. Like a wave, fate came, these dreams it swept; My hands were tied, its hands were deft. And my world around me shattered as glass, And my dreams went dormant beneath the grass. I further lied to make it pass, And tried to turn my heart to brass. But one day as the summer closed I thought again, this time I chose To let my heart be free o