I'm afraid.

I've always been afraid. As long as I could remember. I've always needed something or someone to hold onto.

Heck, just looking at the box art for a horror film left me sleeping with a nightlight for 2 months. I also have a fear of germs and of doorknobs. I'm scared that I'm going to wake up with a gun at my head. I'm scared of losing everything. I'm terrified that after awhile sadly I'll finally see the blood covered bones of my hands.

But when I'm with her, I have nothing to fear. Everything goes away. I forget about myself, and I think of how I can make her feel safe, sound, and not afraid of what's happening.

And I hope she doesn't fear me. I wish that no one does.

What does it mean...

What does it mean to be alive?

Some people say that to be alive means that all you need is a pulse and breath in your lungs.

If that what's makes alive then what does it mean to be dead?

To some it means not moving, not having a heartbeat. Not breathing.

I say different to both. To be alive means to be active, to speak, to be able to talk

To be dead... means to be shut off from the world to have destroyed the link of friends and replace it with darkness.

There is something behind these homicides. It's not a huge thing. Something small that we all carry with us.

Sure it can help us with our day to day lives, but it kills us within everyone's eyes.

It might seem like we're living, but we're really just lifeless corpses walking around looking down at this serial killer saying it will be alright.

They says it'll be alright, but I've lost contact with friends, the only true time I see them is when I walk down the halls. I keep the killer hidden and talk to them make plans with them.

And sometimes get killed on the days of the plans saying that I'm busy last minute, and them I'm doing nothing but looking at that bright face grievously smiling at me knowing that they had killed me just a little bit me.

But then we have our rescuers, the ones that actually come to our aid, bringing us back alive. Taking us out into parks and to grab a late night hamburgers, to make sure that we aren't lost to this killer with it's call so sweet.

Please be a Rescuer, don't let anyone truly die to this immortal killer.

I want to be see the world alive again, not just people, they don't just kill us, they destroy the laughter of the earth, replacing it with LMAO and LOLS.

Rescue the people, thus rescuing the Earth.

House of Bricks

Let's start with one brick.
This is where you start out.
As you keep going you discover someone to help you finish your project.
Now you have a couple of walls done.
But you and that person have a fight.
You stop...
You give up on your project for now.
You leave two wall left there standing in the background.

Let's start with a brick.
You get back to your project.
Alone.
You make another friend, they start top wonder why you're doing this by yourself.
You tell them why.
Then they get down on their knees and grab a brick and start to help you.
You question why the are helping you.
They reply
And you grab a brick too.
You start working on the 3rd wall together.
Done

Now let's start on the last wall.
You both enjoy working on this project.

But the next day they're gone.
You start to worry.
You get a phone call...They won't be coming back.

You swear to yourself no more partners.
One more wall. You finish it by yourself.

Now just the roof is left.

One last person comes by, and asks you what you're doing. You tell them your story. They ask if they can help. You don't answer.

The next couple of weeks they keep coming.
You then ask them to pass you some roof tiles. They do so. The roof is finished. And so is your home. And you've finally found someone to share it with.

Let's hope they stay.

What would you do?

What would you do if I didn't answer my phone for a week?

What would you do if I didn't talk to you?

What would you do if I showed up to your doorstep, with a suitcase in one hand, and tears streaming down my face?

What would you do if I disappeared, from the face of the earth?

What would you do if I was no longer here?

What would you do if the world forgot about me?

Would you care for me?

Would you remember me?

Would you cry for me?

What would you do?

Mixtape

Let me make you a mixtape.

I would put songs on it that remind me of you.

Some would be silly to remind you of our inside jokes.

Some would just be filler, for when I'm with you my mind goes blank.

Some would be serious to show you I'm not all fun and games.

One would tell you that I love you.

And I do. I love you so much that's why I want you to have this mixtape. And if it every gets ruined, then I'll make you a new one.

And if you ever leave. I want you to keep them for the memories.