Sara: Music to my eyes.

It's incredible

But I'm scared.

It scares me.

Sara: Live it

Life has taught me to ignore the signs

if you do not want to get hurt.

Sara: Perception

They call it awenesty for a reason.

Sara: All that I need

I hate one thing

And that's the fact that the sun sets behind me.

Sara: She doesn't believe in shooting stars.

I can honestly say I'm happy for you this time.

I am happy that your promise breaking arse is getting played with.

I am happy that you are going to get your heart broken again as soon as someone better comes around.

I am happy that you are letting her do this to you after everything.

Yes sir, very..verrry, happy.

Sara: The wise

No matter who's there
If you miss someone
You miss someone.

Sara

Garbages only exist in society.

Sara: Truth

The hills don't actually have eyes, it doesn't matter what the movies say.

Sara: Do not fall so hard

Is it too much to ask to want to build something without needing to watch it break?

Sara: Oh. Yes. Pretend..

I'm a compulsive liar,

I always tell the truth.

Things change.

Sara: Your game and i hate the rules

I have no reason for doing anything

Sara: Impossible

Son,

the only thing about me with a pair,

is my own breath.

Sara: Lean on me

And I will lean

My own chin

On

My own shoulder

Uncomfortably.

Sara: Born Blind

Tonight I looked over at you and wondered if you ever feel lonely

I wondered if you ever will feel alone.

Sara: In front of my eyes

So I've been thinking.

Maybe this whole high school experience, the people you meet, the party's you wreck....don't matter. In the long run, we all end up with jobs; educations.. Who cares if so and so was a slut back when. And it doesn't matter if this person or that person was "in" with everyone or didn't know half the party population.

It just doesn't matter.

Sara: Peeve

I hate it when people hate

Sara: The 'i' you put into TEAM.

I needed you;
The team needed you..

You don't care.
You were going to walk out on both of us...

Sara: Force

And you push on my heart
You just won't stop the fucking pushing

Sara: Question

Does anyone even really speak anymore?

Sara: For twice, the truth.

It's the hardest thing to bear but I won't say anything. Ever. I told people I'm over it. So I'll live the lie that is my life.

I don't see you that often,
but when I do it doesn't hurt so bad.
You almost make me forget for a second..
I guess that's why we're best friends.

Sara: Tough

What do you deserve

Sara: Unique?

It's the fact that I lay awake at night...for a long time. And I look at my chat list where there are over 150 people online.. And I don't find myself feeling like I can talk to a single one of them.
It's that kind of loneliness.

Sara: Look, see, think.

I find it terrible that when I find someone who is genuinely nice,
I am very surprised.

Sara: I wanna, i wanna, i wanna.

Everyone wants to be friends with the popular girl,
But no one wants to be her.

Sara: Meaningless

But isn't that life? Just how it is and how your problems are and how your relationships are and it's all just a bunch of unsolved problems waiting to be solved.
And then
if you're lucky
you get some
philosophy
and
fantasy
in the middle of it all...

Sara: What rude means

After watching last nights performance I think I will stick to my proper English plays instead of watching old men yell into microphones about meaningless bullshit that paints pornographic images into the minds of the audience.

Sara: The ancient

Is this the legacy we're leaving behind?
What we're going to teach out children?
To all be alike and bubbly and to have no real or passionate opinions and not to trust anyone and to love falsely
making ourselves and the people we are betraying think it is something real?
What kind of life is this where two people cannot carry out a normal, thought out conversation.
Where we must speak of nothing of depth in order to be happy.

I can't be the only one who's noticed...

Sara: Click click, bitch.

You can sit there and watch us
And judge us as we play.
We will dance out in front of bathroom mirrors
To old rock songs..
Because as much as you hate to see someone else enjoying themselves..
Sometimes,
You gotta grow down.

Sara: Movement

Your soul is the movie
You are the dialogue.

Sara: Never regret a thing.

I've found it too easy to take a breath
and swallow my own pain.
I just move it from my mind
to my stomach.
And then it becomes something none of us
can notice.

Sara: The figures on your paper even out on both sides now.

These girls mind games work because they make you think you're feeling what you really wanna feel.

Sara: If I ruled the world.

If I had a religion the first sin would be sanity.

Sara: There goes the fear.

People always tell me that the eyes are the window to the soul.
Well your soul is beautiful;
And I know
Because i've seen your eyes..

Sara: _________

I say maybe too much.

Sara: Hills

All I want and all I ever wanted was to help. I just happened to be able to help everyone but myself. So maybe I'll die tonight jumping infront of a bullet for a stranger. If my reflexes were fast enough hopefully I died with dignity.

Sara: We hide.

We'll walk, talk, laugh.

Like always.

But for now,

Only when you hold me we will be closer.

Sara: Kill, Break, Burn, Speak.

Stay up.

Even if it's only for a while.

Enough for me to say 'I'm Sorry'

That's all I want.

Sara: Importance

I had lost something valuable;

yet I'm tingling with the buzz of what you give off.

Don't flick the switch.

Sara: Far away

It relieves me that you still believe in your fairy tales.

I just hope that I will get to be your princess.

Because I was wasting so much time looking for a you;

That was as good at being you, as you.

Sara: 4:00 am.

Sleep escapes me.
Time slips through my fingers once again.
I read somewhere once:
"The holes between our fingers are meant for someone else to place theirs there."
Maybe if you were here,
Time wouldn't slip.
Maybe it could stop for us..

Maybe for a little while

Sara: Lonely is only a six letter word.

Clock lights 2:57 am.
Silence.

Check again, 2:58am.
Too quiet.
Blast music.

Slowly, 2:59am.
I feel so small in my room.
Prisioner, in my own bed.

Clock lights 3:00am.
Time been significant somehow?
Forgotten.

Sara: We bullshit about sunsets

I'll remember alone tonight.
And I know I will not sleep till you put your arms around me.
Tomorrow, shall we sit in distant fields and talk about nothing and everything..
I'd like for us to stay there
Only until the years run out.

Sara: Red tape

Why are we encouraged
to speak
an infinite deal of nothing?

Sara: Do you know... you're hurting someone, right now. Wherever you are.

Maybe nothing happens for a reason.
What if us and we and all our actions are just random...guesses.
And one day someone decided that people were mindless idiots and told them that whatever they do, makes the future.
And that the future is all planned out already.
But maybe it doesn't,
And maybe it isn't.
In the end...the only reason we overthink things is because we believe that everything DOES happen for a reason...
Or maybe it's because we think it should.

Sara: Only in fiction, though i wish it all worked out in reality.

So why don't you do like you do and go find someone who makes you feel special for five minutes?! I just don't-..no..- CAN'T care anymore.

Sara: Hahaha Hohoho and a couple of Tralala's

It must be great to have me around to swallow all your pain.

Sara: Only two kinds of love 1) being whipped and 2) Whipping

I put my heart out on the table,

Made myself vulnerable.

Looked at you deeply, searching.

Said, "Look, here is my weak spot."

And pointed.

You took a quick look.

Looked into my eyes;

Meaninglessly.

You built up your wall in those three moments.

Said, "That's nice hon."

And turned to walk away.

I watched you drench it in ink,

and push it to the floor,

'accidentally'.

Weak spot first.

Sara: Maybe the answer is in not feeling anything.

When you feel too much,

People lose the notice.

Sara: Scream, dance, shake, pound.

I want more than anything to feel.

Everything.

The beat running through my veins;

Up my spine.

Don't want to shake it off;

Mix it in.

Sara: Formalities

As he sings to me, "Hello Juliet"..

I know he isn't Romeo.

Sara: Morning never came, so you lied.

He tells her, "Be smart."

Tells me, "Don't do anything stupid."

Sara: The sky is blue and the grass is green

You call yourself a visionary,

But how much do you're three eyes see,

When one is shut?

Sara: Reasons to understand

If someone asks me why I could tell them, "because it's easy. Because there is no game, no chase. I know exactly what he wants out of me. And it's just so simple in being that way." And they could reply, "How horrid."

Sara: Life as I see it

Some things are better left unsaid;

maybe I should stop thinking aloud.

Sara: What you think you need

I could tell you what the world is like;

I could take your hand and I could show you it all.

Sara: Had

I've been robbed,

Where's my smile

Sara: Arrows and Bones

All love ever taught me was how to shot itself at anyone who stood in the way of you getting by; anyone who wanted to help; anyone. It made itself the ultimate weapon of survival.

Sara: A love story-Hope.

The world seems to find enjoyment in making fools of everyone who considers themselves a believer.

Sara: The beast and the beauty.

So unrealistic; but you were such a heavenly idea.

Sara: The red on my mirror

I worry for you so much that some days it kills me completely. Some days it leaves nothing of me but ashes. It leaves me with no trace of anything.