One for every soul still sitting on the fence between pain and arrogance

Step XXVIII
Nothing


What is there to say that hasn't been said countless times before?

The eternal expectations that pour from the void between thoughts and words could easily drown you and pull you under.
The only thing that could keep you afloat is love. For yourself, for anyone or everyone.
It is sickeningly easy to be jaded and bitter.
When your best intentions fall short, make sure you have someone to pick you up.
And make sure that, when someone needs a lift from you, you are there to lend a hand.

You can't ever care too much.

Step XXVII
Choleric

Sometimes I feel like my veins are on the verge of exploded with such violence that they could shatter any scapegoats presented.

Just like sunny days that we igore because...

Step XXVI
Nostalgia


My memories are a jumbled mess. I can't ever make any sense of my past. I simultaneously exist in where I am and where I've been. Its almost like a state of transcendence. Time gets thin and stretches out past the boundaries I can perceive. So much of who you were determines who you are. Its easy to get caught up in what you are trying to be. No one can escape who they are though.

Everyone Is Watching So Keep Your Composure.

Step XXV
Perception

The image that one projects is very important to some. Others that I know seem casually unconcerned, or blissfully ignorant, of how people view them. I know, beauty is only skin deep. Not just the physicality of it. The impression you leave people with. I'm very concerned with what others think of me, and I think I am only damaging myself by placing so much value in what others think of me. Obviously, you shouldn't disregard the opinions of people who you respect and know care about you.
I just wonder how liberating is to feel that way.
It seems rather uplifting, knowing no one can bring you down.
Ah. A pun.
I don't think I can let go that easily, but I'm certainly going to try to calm down.

...because there is beauty in the breakdown.

Step XXIV
Aspirations

My cage may be small, but you can be assured that my dreams are not.
One day they will lift me up beyond the clouds,
and I will forget what it means to be human.

Me and you. You and me.

Step XXIII
Relating

All my friends have faded
into the horizon.
They all took
a trip together.
I was too busy crying.
Seems I wasn't invited.
Everyone needs someone.
So who needs me?

My friends have left me jaded,
with nothing left to say.
Seems its not
anyone's fault.
I was too busy lying.
I was too busy hiding.
Everyone has a moment.
So where is mine?

The sun sets.

Infinity, negativity, and everything after.

Step XXII
Autonomy

Everyone has those few people they truly care for. The people that mean the world to you. I've forgotten who mine are, for the most part. I need to find some.

Its funny how the people who bitch the most usually have the least threatening problems. You can scream and cry and rage and blame but none of that will ever get you any closer to a place where you would be happy. Quit being so small minded and selfish.
Your range and scope must broaden if you ever hope to get out alive.

In other news, proof of the human soul has yet to be verified, despite the best attempts of man. Surely our constant efforts will soon be rewarded.