we're here in this wondrous universe,
located in the spectacular milky way galaxy,
living on this magnificent planet Earth,
and all we do is **** everything up.

all humans can do is either control or destroy.

not many of us are capable of living in harmony with nature surrounding us.

we've become accustomed to these concrete jungles,
living and breathing the factory fumes.

we need to open our eyes and help nature reproduce.

if only everyone realised that we were lucky to be put on Earth,
maybe then we could do something great.

if more people realised that there is so much more out there and in actual fact we don't know anything,
maybe then we'd be able to make peace with what once was and move on.

if only everyone realised
we are just a speck amongst billions of stars.

She's a clumsy little human.
Broken beakers, test tubes,
Plates, glassware, door handles,
The antlers of that showpiece deer,
Her bed, her favourite pencil.

Through seventeen (and a half) years of clumsiness
The universe, it's always whispered to her
"However careful you might try to be
Sometimes things, they'll fall out of your clumsy hands
Never on purpose, no satisfactory reason
Leaving you with melancholy ruins.

Sometimes things, they can be fixed
With a little glue and a lot of patience
So fix them before they're lost and
Be ever more careful thereon.
But sometimes things, they can't be fixed
Not with glue nor with patience
And broken they will forever be
So sweep up the pieces gently and
Cast them away sans regret."

She's a clumsy little human.
Broken beakers, test tubes,
Plates, glassware, door handles,
The antlers of that showpiece deer,
Her bed, her favourite pencil,
Trust, hearts and friendships.

i want

i want to break everything
to throw it out the window & set it ablaze
i want to

Love destroys us all.
And if not, it's not love.

Sometimes I laugh myself to sleep, Sometimes I cry myself to sleep.
Sometimes I drive so fast just to feel the danger,
Sometimes I drive so slow just to get myself together.
Sometimes I listen to happy pop music just to see if it'll make me smile,
Sometimes I listen to sad music just knowing it'll destroy me.
Sometimes I Walk outside just to breath in the fresh air,
Sometimes I lay in bed all day just to dwell in my sadness.
Sometimes I know exactly who I am,
Sometimes I Don't know who I am at all.
And Sometimes just sometimes I give advice to others,
Sometimes they tell me that I should listen to my own advice.

I will destroy you
In the most beautiful
Way possible
And when I leave
You will finally understand
Why storms
Are named after people

my fury is vesuvius
and the heat will spill over
and destroy your light
light of pompeii
pompeii of the old
old darkness rises anew

I want his soul to strip down,
completely naked.
I want to see all the scars and imperfections formed inside.
I want to tell him not to be afraid,
but hell,
I’m afraid because I destroy everything I touch.
And what if I actually get a chance to touch his soul,
not just his body;
it’s a make or break situation,
and hell,
when I’m done,
I bet his body will be a hurricane named after me.