Why is plastic as brittle as my thoughts?

Trumpets can blow and so can the wind but that doesn't make them the same thing. Balloons float and so does Root Beer but they're not the same. There, their, and they're all sound the same and yet they aren't. Thugs roll and so do bowling balls, but when were they ever the same? Fire burns and so does passion, so what makes them different? Milk shakes and so does the earth and yet they're not even related. We breathe the same air but that doesn't make us close

Falling Through the Mind

What's left after a flower has died? What's left after a fire burns? What's left once a building has fell? The memory lives on, maybe only by one person, maybe carried on by only the ground that once supported it. Even if all evidence of it ever existing vanishes the air will always remember, and so will the sky, and so will all the carbon atoms it was made out of. So what happens if that something never existed in the physical world? Who carries that on, after the mind decays it's forgotten, can anything truly be forgotten?

Ripped Buildings and Toppled Fabric

Just a ragged man with shoes of leather and a heart the same.

Bleeding Red

Have you ever had someone's name carved on your heart? As hard as you try there's nothing you can do to remove the scar, it will always be there and you just have to learn to forget, or maybe hope for another scar to take it's place. Having a heart is a dangerous thing, and it takes the greatest amount of courage to share it with others and let them carve you with pieces of glass. Be careful in who you trust, not everyone should be given glass.