To who..

Some times, Hate..
Can be so beautiful.

Get up..

Pick your head up.
Even when you don't want to.
What you're feeling.. Yes.
Yes, it's forcing you down.

When you think that's how it has to be..
The hand you need is there.
Help, is near.

Pick up your head, and look..
You'll see.

And if you do see someone with the same expression as you, standing there.
They are there for you.
Suffering with you.

Waiting..
For you.

Now..
Get up.

A thought..

The fact remains..

If you're not comfortable with who you are, it doesn't matter what you are doing.
Doesn't matter who you are with, or what you are saying..

It doesn't matter.

I'm forgetting something..

The worst thing about being forgotten..
Is that no one remembered you.

Same? Same?

For some reason, seeing this picture made me think of this song. One could argue they are complete opposites of each other. Or that a few mere words, are what I am linking these two together with.

I could explain.
But, wouldn't it be quite a bit more interesting if you did it yourself?

5/1/2011

The reported "Successful Assassination" of someone who has committed plenty of horrible crimes against many a people. Even his own.

I suppose it's a reason to celebrate.
Genuinely, I am glad another disgusting human being is gone.
Example: When the Seals infiltrated his room, the sick son of a bitch apparently grabbed a woman to act as his shield. One would argue that is was horrific for the Seals to lay waste to the woman and the entire room..
But, here is a moment where sacrifices must be made.
Shame those others had to die, however.. they knew they were with a wanted murderer/criminal/terrorist.

A coward to the end.

Though, nothing is changed per say..
The future has a slight better glow. There is some sense of security knowing he will not be able to continue his "actions."

But then again, I heard the news and thought..

I can't be bothered..