“I wish you could have been there for the sun, the rain & the long, hard hills. For the sound of a thousand conversations scattered along the road. For the people laughing, crying & remembering at the end. But, mainly, I wish you could have been there.” I've been in alot of relationships, bad, good, worst, best. Had loved. Been loved. Lost love. Found love. I'm wise. I'm wild. I'm lending you a hand lovers. This blog is for you. I'm here to help you through with an honest answer for whoever asks.

You are welcome :>

Hello Nicole, I’m Zena (: Happy holidays to you to doll. How lovely of you, I loved your about me. 

 Ryan Kenny

things don’t have to make sense to be beautiful you know?. Humans. Yes we humans are rotting creatures haha you can only assume that we would ruin something though our living. Sex is a joy in it self but only when it’s purposeful with someone that you care for. Degrading sex to the level of an advert is just a huge offence to our race. Photography is an eye on the world from a different angle. It’s magic with a click. 

Lovers with no hearts

Like citizens with no homeland

We are the prostitutes of this age
Sell us our hearts back and we’ll sell you our souls with no price
We are beside the palace

Empty souls, empty wallets 

My clothes don’t make me happy no more

Here we are with nothing to show for

We are all alone

Sending us from room to room

From the grip to grip
Living on off the counter pills

They are searching in the old dictionaries
For the counterpart
All of an even bigger lie of us

Lovers in the night we cry

Our food, our drinks ..

Our dreams, our disappointments..

Your 12 year old selves grieves us ..

Our skin stamped

They stamped on us

You stamped on us

No one knows us in this desert

No Palm .. No nothing
No wedge or stone ..

Where was I?

I was supposed to be something

 
Our papers suspicious 
Strange thoughts

We drink our tears in the morning
cut our tongues

cut our heads

and my mom used to tell me what good is a girl if not a pretty face

Oh dear one
And my bread is fear

And my water is tears

we don’t need hearts to feel the cold

Haiku is one of my favorite things in the world. Everything that gets you going ; influences you. I think it’s silly that people think that they are above influence. We are all influenced. I think it’s sad how sex has become a commodity. So a thing; any thing has to be presented with hint of possibility of sex for it to be sold. That’s pathetic. Photography makes everything seem real. People make love seem real. 

Isn’t that what people say?

That one-sided love is the hardest. Always like a master handling his puppet. Always like a kid playing with a toy. Love is said to be the greatest feeling. Perfect in its own way.Yet flawlessness doesn’t exist. So there must be an error. The mistake of a one-sided love. The way that love is warm, it is the same way cruel. Though it may be a blessing. It leaves behind a victim to suffer. In this case, me.You have no idea what you left me with.All the memories you threw away, I chose to gather. The thoughts of you walking away. The question of why I wasn’t good enough? Self doubt which refused to fade. Each and every tear fell for you. I spent hours in the rain… in the dark. The only places I could reach for comfort. The only shadows that taught me to escape… Just for a little while.And all the wishes wasted on you. The whispers I choked out into the night.The times where I could hardly breathe… Just because you were you.Just because you broke into my heart.Just because.Well… now I’m tired.To a certain point where I can’t stand you. So take the chains off of me. Take all the things I’ve done for you. Consider them my last. And still you won’t know how precious… My heart was in the care of your hands. Goodbye. I say a one-sided love lacks faith. That this kind of love can’t clash with destiny. And that love might mean something delicate and pretty… In the beginning.However, just like a rose… Everything beautiful has to wither and die…In the end.And this is the conclusion of this one-sided love story.Heavenly to tragic. But don’t people also say that, to a finish there is another start.So hope shouldn’t fail or diminish. As these petals of pain disappear. Love will bloom once again. This will always and forever be fate.

I love reading about the things that I intrigue me. Things I have no clue about or things that are kind of nostalgic in a sense. I indulge myself in alot of things. Lol some aren’t suitable to mention in a lovers thoughts theme and some that are lol I am completely in love with music and a good poetry reading is always my thing. I do love photography! and I agree with you. What about you haha?