And i dont know you anymore, or perhaps i never did, before.

Who was i t think i was different;
Just a page boy- nothing more.

The page boy- the silent role
someone he chanced, a heart he stole
but heart's a heart without its soul
a mere organ you can control

and here he falls, t his knees
this heart he so yearns t please
'No, no' he hears it scream
is it the heart, or is it a dream

Dignity and esteem thus low they lie
how much more before they die
Roses wither for carnations deep,
carnations, carnations, those he'll keep.

But torn away from his grip
carnations removed heap by heap
and with it, a void of anticipation;
an anticipation of a beeping sound
an anticipation- never found.

and here he falls, t his knees-
this time not for a heart t please
but rather a realisation,
a surge of indignation.

Still filled with love
of love and sore
here's an actor that's played out his act;
like an informant that's served out his purpose- wanted no more.

Thrown, stepped and splattered,
all over this cold hard floor,
this life- August 14, 1984.

Who was i t think i was different;
Just a page boy- nothing more.

You are alive.

Pursuits of money, fame, career-
swift chases of the wind.
Placed upon the platform;
the pedestal of mortal sins.
Invading the minds of youths
as the future narrowly dims.
Materialistic ideals, loss of purpose, and void of meaning-
the epitome of a dead life;
a sudden dawning-
Yes, you are alive.
Yet dead, before you arrive.

Have finally gotten rid of 'lifedontexist', after long last. It's even grammatically erred (and so i've noticed). It's been there for almost three whole years now (WHAT? THREE YEARS?!) - i never got down t changing it, but now i have. As for the email... i think i'd stay a wizard for now; altering email addresses are too much of a hassle, honestly.

The point really is (as i've realised), life does exist. Though more often than not, only in its most apprehensively literal form, and unfortunately not in all possible contexts of the word. We are all alive. We breath, we function. For the most part, we see, we speak, we hear. We sing, we laugh, we eat. But do we live? Do we -in all truths, hallelujah- live? Life is more than just breathing, watching, and grate. It is more than just Chanel, Prada and Gucci; it involves depth, meaning, thought. A life without a purpose is but a knife without a blade; pointless.

Here's my imploration- Live.