Undealt wound

You claim to not care, as if the wound of the past isn't there,
but the slight sting is a reminder of what is undealt with,
Judgment and scheming only unlatches the wound
Bitterness and a loss of faith towards those held in high esteem
is an unstatisfying remedy.

"HATER"

A person that develops a strong dislike for another/ others solely based on their own opinion derived from personal judgement rather than objective merit. Hating, the result of being a hater is not exactly jealousy. The hater doesn't really want to be the person he or she hates, rather the hater wants to knock someone else down a notch. It can also be compared to the word troll. (inspired by unbandictionary.com)

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Love the lyrics- and boy does he have presence

It’s easier to be alone

“There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone.
It wasn’t ’cause I thought I’d be happy alone.
It was because I thought if I loved someone and
then it fell apart, I might not make it.
It’s easier to be alone,
because what if you learn that you need love and you don’t have it?
What if you like it and lean on it?
What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart?
Can you even survive that kind of pain?
Losing love is like organ damage.
It’s like dying. The only difference is death ends.
This? It could go on forever.”
[Grey's Anatomy | Unaccompanied Minor]

A different pursuit

I'm on the airbus
The sky is thick and dark
People impatiently shoving past each other, trying to get to their seat.
PATIENCE people, you will get to your seat eventually.
So, why am I going,
Really, why am I going?

The plane is taking off,
Turbulence is building,
In my gut as well as the plane.
Take note of the exits.
I wonder if he'll be different.
I wonder if he'll shrug me off.
Maybe he'll put up a wall like he doesn't care.
Maybe he just doesn't care.
Maybe he does care.
Maybe he'll care so much that it hurts to see me again.
Maybe we'll see each other, smile, but have empty hearts
or we could see each other and have a feeling that undeniably penetrates.
Maybe it'll be one way.

I'm taking a chance, doing something different.
Going after what I want.
Laying it on the line.
If it's not right for me i'm sure I'll get the hint, and i'll be on my way.
I'm going to return with my heart still intact either way.
It won't be broken into pieces,
It won't even be cracked.

My home, my haven , my history
What now?
A mystery.

From up mans lights are minuscule
Structured and clustered
Orange and yellow
No drama up here
Just the wings soaring through the thick darkness.
The planes lights keeping us on safety's path
Or more so
Keeping us off danger's
What am I doing?

When we drop back down to drama,
When the minuscule isn't so minor,
When the impatient shoving starts again,
I got to remember the lights.
I haven't got a plan but following the lights
 seems like a good way to go.
When I see him again, I'll smile genuinely.
I'll open my heart and allow it to feel
None of this numbness rubbish

Time is flying
The descent is commencing
Touch down
My adventure begins


to be continued......