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Mood rings.

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Those words always me think of that one .

But anyway, why is it that everything, , effects our ? That the wrong colors together, the wrong note, , or just sound can make or kill a moment? Why are we so controlled by our own bodies and life around us that IT defines how are is…not by our own choice.
How is it that even through hundreds, thousands even, of years that we cannot learn to control our body over this? Personally I believe we never truly want to in everything. That it is worth the downside of ruining our day for the times it makes it.

But still, moods. I never have understood why it is that we are restrained in these meatsacks we call bodies and their many, many limitations. We have so much potential in our minds and spirits…and alot can be restrained or stopped because of the limits our flesh and soul have caused us to have. Yes, I know it is strange to think of it like that.

But if I do not, who then, will?

Simply put, I like to question things no one ever even thinks to complain or question about. It amuses me the limitations we put on our minds and how we react to the world and it’s many hidden, stone set rules around us, and that no one ever stops to think why they are there, what made them so, or even why they . I think it’s because everyone else is satisfied with how it is. It works right? .
But for me, even if it works, I want to know why it works, if anything else would, and if so, why choose this way for it to?

I’ve literally sent myself into a of trance about things like this. so far into my and creativity that all my senses intertwine and are no more at the same time. That I’m looking at at night, but I see so many things I cannot fathom into words, sounds, shapes, or colors.
And it sometime scares me that I never hear of else who does the same, haha.

But I guess that is just how it is, how it goes, how it will be. And for me, I am done with my rambling that is inside my brain. So until next that I decide to type my , mind, and into words that you can read and to venture and envelope into my world of thought,

goodbye.

Fallen

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Am I , or am I falling?

Am I forsaken, or am I forsaking?

Am I unique, or am I losing it?

I ask you, all of this.

And what do I get?

, but .

Why am I here?

Why did you me like this?

Is it for a ?

Is it for a ?

Why give me this, and not give me the instructions.

Why make me like this, but not make it easy.

Would that make it too easy?

Would that make it too open?

If so, than what am I supposed to do?

here alone?

Go out a ?

the wounded?

Or just keep on why?

Oh, why, why?

Why would you leave me here?

Oh, why, why?

Why you answer me here?

Oh, why, why?

Why wont you tell me?

Oh, why, why?

Why do you keep trying to break me?

All I want, all I ask, is a little help

But all  I get, all I hear, is a little hurt.

Why? Why make it like this?

Are you this cruel?

Or is there a ?

Can’t you just , or make some ?

Oh, why, why?

Why wont you answer me?

Oh, why, why?

Why wont you me?

Oh, why, why?

Why would you give me this?

Oh, why, why?

What can I do with it?

But sit here alone, staring up at you.

Asking you these worthless questions.

I guess I’ll never know, but it was worth a .

Until the next I cry, This is goodbye.

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