ruled

pretend like the past was never there,
lift your head and make a stand.
hold on to the candles that light the way,
make all the clouds float away.

i've reached a point, where it just doesnt matter anymore. and i guess, all those things are all lost to be. i'm practising selective ignorance, and its easy. its so easy to block out all those things. i guess the reason its so easy is because its all external. you can just close your ears, let your mind drift of to another spatial dimension. but, there are still those ghosts that keep ringing in my head. yes its easy to block out the external, but the internal rages all the same. and i cant shut it out. my mind inevitably drifts back to those memories, those dreams, those little shattered hopes. and it is a vicious cycle. pain breeds pain. i guess the truth of the matter is that i cannot deal. i never could, and i still cant. its all the same at the end of the day. i mean, everyone's grown up, but still, everything will be the same. we're all existing in a static past, trapped in an artificial void of time. you cant really blame them. its the only way to kind of preserve what was there, yet at the same time not hold it back. the only real way to to create these little artificial blackholes, and to suck us stars back every once in awhile, just to prove that they can. and even the biggest planets must fall, even the farthest stars will divide.

and of course, we deny all that we have done.