can i just say

peace works
maybe not instantly

but i can promise you, it will.

PEACE!

sometimes i cry

because this world hurts the earth so much,
and I just don't understand how that works.

conspicuous consumption

Do we live in a culture of conspicuous consumption?
Why does buying something for yourself make you feel so good?
Why can I justify buying myself a new tattoo but I cancel my responsibility to support a kid in Africa for under a dollar a day?
What do I need from these shops and stores and malls?
Are we giving anything back to this earth other than our bills?
The other day I looked down on my meal and looked at all the paper and plastic I use just to eat a sandwich, and I asked to my friends out-loud...

Do you even wonder if the majority of things you leave on this earth are garbage?

We work so hard for our money, we worry so much over our debts,
how much of it is being used for the good of this earth?
Sure, because you work for your money it's yours, but if you want to keep leaving behind your trash that's how you will remain living. Let's give a little more, want a little less and take responsibility for our world.

For the children,
for the children.

so fake

what you see from the sunrise was made 7 days ago,
and the visions in your head are signals of what was won.
The power in you energy is beyond...
you think it's so easy now but like the rest of them you will know.
how this train ride is, so breezy.
you'll learn a different version of going with the flow.
and silently you'll miss this, wishing you were who you are.
if only you knew the story behind the cover.

nnu

i hate you

I wish you knew

how hard it is,
to love again.

Did how know?
How much I loved, again and again?

I was always there for you,
but you became too distracted from me.

And here I am still willing to forgive.

It's not enough?
I'm fake to you?

Do you realize what you have done?
Where is your balance?
Which foot is in front of the other?
You don't know.
Hahaha.

I still forgive you, but remember love is a comprimise.

it's strange.

I don't think I miss things like other people do.
I like my life now, a lot.
I love the friends that fill my head with perfect memories.
Maybe I'm careless,
maybe I am selfish,
I think I can't hold on to the friends who cared-less and let go of me for their own selfish reasons.
I may have loved you once but there's this thing about me
I like anything discarded to stay that way, even if you discard me.