And sometimes at night i dream of the most horrible things..

Do you ever think back to the past?
Either subconsciously through a dream, or from an old text message you read while deleting others.
Do you ever remember how it used to be?
Be it better or worse.
Do you remember how you used to feel?
Do you remember how you used to make others feel?
Do you ever feel what you used to feel?
Do you ever think back to all the chances you had?
To all the chances you lost, to all the chances you'll never get back.
Do you ever stop and stare?
Do you ever remember?
Do you ever wonder?


Sometimes questions like to wonder the page alone; just as clusters of words and nothing else. No meanings, no answers. Just question marks. That's why so many of them can not be answered. Or don't need to.

Peace and Love,
Torii xoxo

Lines for the dishearted and illminded.

You used to.
But now you don't.

That's all i have to say.

Torii.

See your true colours.

I sit on the sofa,
staring at my blurred reflection in the glass window opposite.
I think about the past.
I remember it.
I remember what used to inspire me.
Who used to inspire me.
How that person made me feel,
How that person makes me feel.
How different that person has become,
Yet how similar the person remained.

People do not change.
They adapt.
They blend in,
Cover up,
Wear a mask.
Pretend.

People lie.
They lie about what they are,
Who they are,
Who they want to be,
Who they want you to be.

People conform.
They conform to society,
They conform to friends,
They conform to acquaintances,
They conform to what is asked of them.

They act like nothing matters,
Like nothing ever has
or ever will.

They say things;
things that they do not mean,
or know the meaning of.

They talk hate,
But know not of it
Because they have never truly felt it.

They talk of peace,
But can't truly imagine it,
As they have never encountered it.
They never will.

You will always be the same. You will never change. You can tell her that you have changed or will, you can tell your lawyer that you have changed, you can tell me that you have changed. But you have not. You do not know how to. You never will. You think you may have changed and everyone around you believes you, but upon travelling to the darkest depths of your soul and the most sepulchral parts of your oblivious mind; can you honestly state that you have?

I didn't think so.

Torii.