VIRIDIS_QUO 🌱

he sees right through me; it's so easy with lies.

i know we've seen a lot of sunsets, but today's puts them all to shame. if only things stayed like this.

i’m restless and harsh and despairing. although i do have love inside me. i just don't know how to use love. sometimes it tears at my flesh, like barbs.

it’s days like this that get you high on life! but you, sirs, are harshing my buzz!

every time we lie awake, after every hit we take / every feeling that i get, but i haven't missed you yet.

there is no emotion, there is peace. / there is no ignorance, there is knowledge. / there is no passion, there is serenity. / there is no chaos, there is harmony.

i can wear any mask, say anything / chameleon bitch friend lover acquaintance crush / franksteined with bits and pieces of everyone i’ve ever known / you don’t know me (i don’t know me).

i heard a meteorite landed near tycoon. too bad it didn't land on my mother-in-law…

nobody has ever quite seen my soul (except for maybe god, but i think that is one of his many regrets).

i’m restless and harsh and despairing. although i do have love inside me. i just don't know how to use love. sometimes it tears at my flesh, like barbs.

the darkness in your heart is vast and deep—but if you can stare into it unflinching, you'll never know fear again.

i don't think life is quite that simple.

do you even miss us? your bottle’s your mistress.

the dark is generous and it is patient and it always wins—but in the heart of its strength lies its weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back. love is more than a candle. love can ignite the stars.

for a lonely soul, you're having such a nice time.

if this is love / it’s not in a language i can understand. i try to learn the alphabet / the syllables snag on my teeth / tumble clumsily from my mouth. it’s never enough / doesn’t sound right / but i try / and i try (and i try, and i try, and i try).

there is always sleep between part and meet with our usual words on the usual street—so let us part like we always do (and in a world without you, i’ll dream of you) / when i come to, let us meet with our usual words on the usual street.

it’s not right, it's not true, it's not right, it’s not how we used to do.

i feel alone here and cold here (though i don't want to die) / but the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside.

i have a bad feeling about this!

though this is the end of the age of heroes, it has saved its best for last.

i’ll be there as soon as i can, but i’m busy mending broken pieces of the life i had before you.

when it hurts, you know you are alive.

the darkness in your heart is vast and deep—but if you can stare into it unflinching, you'll never know fear again.

the winner takes it all; the loser has to fall.

we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero's shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

i can be manipulated only so many times / before even “i love you” starts to sound like a lie.

i’ll be there as soon as i can, but i’m busy mending broken pieces of the life i had before you.

i can wear any mask, say anything / chameleon bitch friend lover acquaintance crush / franksteined with bits and pieces of everyone i’ve ever known / you don’t know me (i don’t know me).

fill your heart with smoke.