So judgmental.  Easy to judge actions.  Based on what I believe is right.  But who am I?  Who or what gives me the authority to pass such judgments?  Something I have bestowed upon myself, perhaps? Perhaps.  But this begs the question again...who am I?

Who are you to judge me?  What gives you the authority?  What makes you so right?  What makes me so wrong?

What really is the difference?

What really cares?

Who should care?

Why?

Why not?

I am not you.  You are not me.  We are not of one mind.  We are not of one will.  We are not of one goal; not of one desire nor destination. 

I'll be right when I let you be.

You'll be right when you can do the same for me.

See, now isn't it better when we can just agree to let others be?  If I cause no harm nor pain, and you cause no strife nor shame, then we can all live free.

Free as the day we were born...no, even freer than that.

Look how far you've come.  But the road was definately coarser than it needed to be.  At least you know why.  Need to do it for someone else.  Too bad it's kind of late in the game to make such a realization.  What a shame.

When those eyes are upon me, all I feel is frozen.  All the words spoken with one look: everything that those lips would never say.  At least not when I'm around.  Gazing so steadily into that place only you and one other can ever see.  Something sparks and tells my hands to push you away, but they can only ever pull you closer.  These moments are fleeting; I remember a time when they were supposed to mean forever.  I wish I could tell what you are thinking when we are trapped like this. 
As those rough hands of yours creep, those selfish hands of deceit.  They made to me so many unspoken promises that you blatantly failed to keep.  I hate it when you're near me because it's the only thing that I want.  It's better when I'm alone.  I'm always lost.  You should have saved me when I was worth it, but now I'm gone because that's where you left me.   Stop the madness.  Let me go.  This is not a feeling either of us deserve.  We are both guilty and should be punished.  Perhaps this is the punishment for our crimes: an endless and everlasting, ever growing burden.  I hate you because...well you know why.  Another one of those things that we just don't say.  But even unspoken it has grown.  So much it has grown.  So consuming.  It's just so nice...so wonderful.  So wonderfully agonizing.  Break your gaze and drop your hands before we fall again.  Just as the saying goes...we deserve each other; you want to tear my heart to pieces, I want to devour your soul.
And so...
Into the night...

The sun shines through the window; a terrible light creating unnecessary shadows.  The darkness we've sewn need not be broken.  Inevitability, however, calls softly...at first.  Then it shouts and screams out our names.  So violently the sweetest of silences is disturbed. 

Forever was good while it lasted.

....to eternity and back....

....if only it were so simple.

Air's gettin kinda heavy.
Legs are getting kinda weak.
Don't really like were this is heading.
It's getting harder everyday to speak.
Now's not really the best time for this
Still got lots of stuff left to do.
Sorry if I've been remiss
And haven't been looking out for you

I'm startin to think that maybe I'm in the wrong place.

Sweetest of dreams...
...may they bring you bliss eternal.

Hmmm....

Seems like some people grow up and some people just get older.