Sometimes, Night Is Cruel

Ultimately, this is a complex of most, as people are alone, afraid, others walk,wandering into the night, not caring if they're on the borderline of insanity.

Sometimes, insomnia takes a firm grasp on someone, making them wonder why they're here, living and breathing, while they blink the sleepless nights away. Sometimes, figures skulk through the night, waiting for a round of fun to begin. Sometimes, people forget, forget themselves, forget their troubles, everything, and let it all go.

Sometimes, the night is cruel.

And always, we push on, waiting for the sunrise, just to begin another day, so that we can move on to another night, where the routine begins once again.

We all hear about the scary, dreadful things that happen at night, but we brush if off, so that we don't need to look at it's ugliness anymore.  With the wimps that we are, we can only hope thtat it doesn't happen again.

Bad enough that we live in  overcrowded noisy cities. Bad enough that we use the night to catch up on the things that we "treasure". Bad enough, we treat it all like a game we play, planning out all the moves we need to win, when you can't really win at all.

Sometimes, you feel the need to wonder if it's ever going to get any better.

We all prowl the night, wondering what makes us, us. We all move through our daily lives, wondering what will happen next, and what the new blow will bring.  We all cling to the hope that things will get better during the day. We allow ourselves to worry at night, whilst ruining the line between stability and and trouble.

We all have our own problems to deal with, but choose to ignore them. We go to psychiatrists, wanting them to solve our problems for us. We get pills, because little colored capsules are infinitely more amazing than thinking about what irks us.

But, as the day begins anew, we all go on in our own little worlds, oblivious by what bounds us all. We dream, we want, we lust, and we move on. We forget, if only for a little while. Sadly, each day we come home only to face our fears again. We all share the same complex. One question: How afraid are you of the dark?

I See You, You See Me

You may be cold and distant to others, but there’s no need  to be so with me.
You think we’re different, but we’re not.
I have struggles just like you. I worry, just like you.

You may be considered legendary, but I see you as a regular person.
I’m not interested about what people love about you, but what you  love.

Don’t surround yourself in this blizzard of indifference.
No matter what it takes, I’ll climb that mountain, and brave the snow, if only for you...
You needn’t to look upon me with wickedness, not everyone means harm.

If you’ll let me, I’ll carry your burdens,
I’ll carry your troubles, because no one should go through life alone.
I’m willing to climb this mountain of yours, if only you’ll come back down with me.

Protected

She has to protect them. The trees that saved her family.
When her family was falling apart, they saved them. The falling blossoms,
the hopefulness she could feel.
If she could save them, her life would be complete.

When disaster stroke, the cherry blossom trees helped her stay together. They gave security, and love, love that her family couldn’t give her.

They want to cut them down, those trees.
She needs to stop them, because the trees have too much value to her.
She thinks no one cares, so she has no hope.
Until she met him, that is.

He cared, when no one else did.
He wanted to save the trees too, before it was too late.
Those cherry blossoms helped him get new life, and gather his priorities.

She did it. She saved those trees, and moved onto bigger and better things.
Those trees are still there, lining up that hill that so many years ago,  she walked, broken and wayside.
She owes those cherry blossom trees a lot, and she saved them, which is enough for them.

Blind Love

It may be that you can’t see, but I can.
I can see the hope in your deadened eyes when we embrace, and the smiles you make when I do something awkward.

Just because you can’t see, doesn’t mean that you’re handicapped.
The only handicap that you have is when you’re down, and I’m not there to cheer you up.
I don’t care what you look like, if blind or deaf, or even mute, I would still love you.

People may stare, but I don’t care.
Our bond is stronger than others’ skepticism.
You may feel helpless, but I’m here to pull you up out of that hole of sadness.

You don’t need to see, because I see for you, I’m your eyes.
And these eyes, they see something beautiful coming from this.

Hunger Games Movie Review

To be honest, I hated it. The movie was somewhat like the book, but not really. I hate to read a book, then go see the movie, because I'm always critical on it. I'm not gonna give you a synopsis, because if you really want to know, go see the movie yourself.

One thing that bothered me the most was that they only seemed to be in the arena for like, four days, that's it. I was also peeved when Peeta just fell asleep, and then Katniss went to the feast. In the book, Katniss DRUGGED him people! Get it right! And then there was Rue. In book time, Katniss spent at least a good week with her. In the movie, it was like a day and a half.

If you people wanna see it, be my guest, but I hated it. If you're into the whole action-packed-killer thing, than this is for you. If you're a reader, like me, then you'll hate it, and be really judgemental about it.

The actors were good, I'll admit. I mean, it's not their fault a script writer can't do it right. They played their parts, and did pretty well. Right facial expressions, seriousness, and other things were great. They did their part, but I still resent the movie.

And all of those fangirls who are shipping Katniss and Gale, I'm here to tell you that it's NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. I've read the third book, and I can tell you what happens. They do NOT get together.

Rating: 2 out of 5 stars.