they told me what goes around comes around.

they told me kindness begets kindness.

they told me family was important.

they told me a lot of things.

but none of them mattered, not when all they told me were lies;

not when all they told me were but myths and legends;

not when all they could conceive were fairytales;

not when the world was staging chaos;

not when everyone was lying;

not and never will matter.

i tell myself:

friends are the most important people in my life because they walk me through it.

my heart will matter more than my head, no matter the circumstances.

joy can always be derived from hard work, that is guaranteed.

there is no hope at all that the world would survive.

fun and laughter don’t drive progress.

believe in the individual.

that’s all we have.

but that doesn’t  depress; not as much as those he hold dear.

those who know what hurts; those who know what’s going on.

those who choose to self-indulge; those who choose to abandon.

it gets harder to let go; it gets tougher to stand up.

and where dusting off and moving on are not in the choices to begin with.

the burden gets heavier, the walk gets longer, gets further than where he started off.

and the destination; nowhere in plain sight.

does he choose to retaliate; should he decide to suffer in silence;

will they hear his voice, his call; will they mourn at his funeral;

the questions we ask when we seek to question and expect an answer,

these questions are harsh, cold, but real and unavoidable.

and more often than not, they never get answered.

we either fear the answers, or fear the answers.

the flame flickers.

a familiar face; man of the past, present and future, man of my fears and aspirations.

wonder what it’d be like to know him not, know myself now not.

the little chances in life we take, pushing limits and jumping cliffs.

only, only, to land among friends, true friends.

they aren’t catching me now.

vj|spearca.

we fight on for what we believe in, and whether it ends in victory or defeat, whether it had been a rational choice, it matters not. because what we believe in triumphs all.

no one should be judging the reasons we fought for, or the humanity behind our decisions, because we’ve all got something to believe in, and no line exists between that of anything at all.

so to all that we believe in, all that we fight for, cheers.

the shards cut the flowers, the flowers start to wilt, start to sap.

and in the puddle, you see yourself; cold, clear, heartless.

what drives us? what scares us? what fears us? what needs us?

do we know them all? do we remember them all? do we really?

when we start to forget, we know we’ve gotta start doing something about it.