Please & Thanks

For anyone who takes the time to read any of my work. I'd love criticism, comment, anything. I'm basically an idiot when it comes to blogging but I'm slowly getting the hang of it more and more. Regardless I'd love any sort of feedback that could be given!

Much Love!

~kt~ Everything I Do Will Be True

Killing Me Softly

I watched the sun rise over the Rice Building and questioned the virtue of life.
What brought me here, to this beat up and laden side of town. Smoking a cigarette and listening to the drone of life as it slowly slips into another day. I can't help but be consumed by the unknown. We are nothing  but mere trinkets in the game of life. Moving viciously in circles, trying to find our way out of the melodrama that has become each and every one of our lives. Most will forever be spinning round and round swearing that they're making it closer everyday. Closer to what they don't know but it's closer all the same. Personally I don't believe there is a way out. We are in an impenetrable field of hopes and dreams, we are consumed and reminded everyday of the things we can't have but want ever so desperately.

I believe there comes a point in everyone’s life where they stop whatever mundane or insignificant task they are in the midst of and wonder, what brought me here? For me that has been happening a lot lately. I’m constantly asking myself, “How did I get here”? “What brought me to this very point”? and “How do I change this”. Time changes us much like the seasons. I find myself becoming more and more enveloped in my own thoughts and issues rather than fiddling with the banter that is most people’s lives. At twenty years old I can honestly say I am doing well for myself, and by no means am I trying to discredit where my life has brought me, however I see myself treading on ice and where once I may have been keen to ignore the warnings that are put in front of me, this time I am not. I find myself with no one to talk to, no one to convey my thoughts to. Why that is I don’t know but there must be a reason and because of that reason I will acknowledge and reason with what lies in front of me.

 

I don’t believe in anyone but myself.

When Your Broken Down & Empty

When the time comes for you to see, all that I have yet to be. I hope you choke on all you said, filled with hatred that had no end. Like parchment on paper, you sealed the deal that day. All the words you say; they will never go away. Time will pass, like the running stream and soon will freeze and lose its gleam. But where will we stand when that day comes, side by side or down under and above?

Leave it Blank

A string of words tied together to form sentences

Sound pretty great on paper, but do they really mean anything?

Words are words and as far as I can see, your words on paper mean shit to me.

For years I thought that a man’s word was gold, but now I see the only words a person should keep are their own.

I’d rather receive a white blank page, with no words to complicate the message being conveyed.

Leaving no room for let ups or let downs, only the positivity of the unknown to lead us around.

Because honestly sometimes all a person needs. Is to know that they're really all that they need.