We greet each other;not really listening 

we catch each other's name but thats as far as it goes

we don't notice the burdens they carry

the heavy load they bear

we don't take the time to ask what they're going through

we ignore the pain etched on their faces

We have no sympathy

no empathy

it doesn't concern us; why should we care

yet,when we're going through it ourselves 

we scream in frustration

nursing our wounds;

cursing those who take no notice

who don't care enough to stop and listen

those who walk by oblivious to our heavy hearts weighing us down

Open your eyes,

stop turning a blind eye

learn to stop and take the time 

to hear more than hello

   If it can't be seen, then it doesn't mean it's nonexistent.

Follow what you do believe in, no matter what it is, or how long it takes to find.

Today, isn't just an ordinary day; it's a day where you decide what's best

for not only yourself, but worldly goals. Everyday others are starving, dying, in poverty, suffering from diseases, homeless, and losing what's dear to them.

   We're being enslaved by Banks, governments, medias, and multi-billion dollar corporate industries.

Men, women, and children are suffering from the horrors of war, NOT JUST THE MIDDLE-EAST, BUT AROUND THE GLOBE!

If we're wanting a real change to unfold, it must begin with us! 

"I hate this job," Satan grumbled to his father.

"I know," God replied, rolling his eyes. "Luci, this is the billionth time you told me."

God had not be exaggerating. Surely, in the eons that Satan, had been doing this job, he complained billions of times. Honestly, a billion might be an underestimate.

"Well, it sucks," Satan stated, kicking a rock on the ground. "Everyone sees me like I'm evil."

"I know."

"I'm not evil, Dad!"

"I know you aren't evil, Luci," God smiled. "You're a good boy who took on a very hard job."

"I have a bad reputation, you know. Like I want the humans to do terrible things. Like I want them to suffer for all eternity."

"I know."

"I don't. I swear I don't. I hate this job. I hate punishing them and seeing them suffer," Satan's voice broke and he looked away from his father's gaze. "I'm only doing it because you asked me to."

"You are doing a wonderful job, Luci. I couldn't ask for anything more of you, my son."

"Why did you have to make me the bad guy though?" Satan questioned. Even after all this time, it bothered him that his father made him the bad guy, especially when he was the only one out of all his brothers and sisters willing to accept such a difficult job.

"We've been over this, Lucifer," God's voice boomed. He was sick of having this conversation.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. 'Every great story needs a great villain.' That bull again," Satan crossed his arms, refusing to meet his father's gaze.

"Lucifer," God warned.

"I know, I know," Satan shrunk under God's look of disappointment. "It's just a job and I'm just the villain in your story. Like Judas."

"Do you really have to bring him into this?"

"You asked him to betray your son!" Satan spat, returning his attention to his dad. "He went down in history as a selfish jerk who betrayed and killed one of his best friends."

"It was necessary, Lucifer. We've been over this countless times. Judas was simply obeying my wishes. Like you. He was a good man, and he is safe in Heaven."

"Must be nice." Satan scoffed, looking away once more.

"I do not appreciate your attitude, son."

"What else is new?"

"Lucifer, listen to me," God's voice boomed, shaking the ground beneath Satan's feet. He looked up in terror. God softened his tone as he continued talking. "I understand that you feel betrayed by me and your brothers and sisters. I know you hate the reputation that I have cursed upon you, but you are doing a wonderful job. I understand it is a hard job and that you wish nothing more than to come back to Heaven, but I trusted you. I trusted you with a job and I expect you to see it through."

Satan sighed. "Of course, I will. I promise."

"Good. Now Lucifer, I want you to understand that I love you, son. I always have and I always will. That's why I entrusted you with this job."

"I know. I love you too."

"And honestly," God grinned. "You should be happy you aren't in Heaven. Your brothers are a handful. Raphael and Michael can't get along to save their lives, and don't even get me started on what a brat Gabriel is."

Satan chuckled. "Guess I have the easy life." He put his hands behind his head. "Living on my own. All grown up."

"Yeah, maybe we'll send your brothers down."

Satan shook his head, laughing. "Oh, God, no. You can keep them, Dad."

Waving goodbye, the father and son returned to their rightful places: God in Heaven and Satan in hell. Satan was pleased with the conversation, thinking it went over well. God was thankful it was over, but knew it was only a matter of time until the two would meet again.

Lucifer definitely fit in with the angels, God thought to himself, he was a handful just like his brothers.

"I hate you."

"Say something."

"Answer me!"

She looked away from the eyes staring at her. They were hallow and dead, but the words they said hurt too much. A crack crossed them, separating the lifeless openings. The break was not her own, it belonged to the mirror. The reflection was a broken fragile thing, her image seemed to be the only substance keeping it together. Her breath fogged it's face and made the glass tremble, sure to shatter it.

She looked away again, her eyes searching for anything else. The mirror was the only thing left, the house was empty, left to rot.

She wished it had.

She rested her forehead against the dirty reflection, her twin matched her in staring at her crooked feet. The mirror moaned in protest, glass moved and shift, but held.

"I miss you."

She cried, the reflection did as well. It shared her memory.

"Come back to me."

The reflection reached for her, it's hand outstretched, she followed suit. They met in the cracks, fingertips pressing into the what was broken. Glass groaned and ground into her flesh.

She forced herself to meet it's eyes. Tears streaked the clouded glass, pain filled the void. The reflection smiled, it was sad. She felt his lips mimicking, misery forcing it be so.

The mirror gave way, unable to hold under the pressure. She let it, her heart falling within the pieces.

"I am sorry."

Am I there

In the storm of your sleep

Have the you shaken me lose 

From your evening hair 

I've left memories there

And wrapped my face 

In the taste of jasmine and rose hips

Have you unfurled me from your lips 

Do I exist 

Am I there 

Burning in the cotton of your cigarette 

Smoked past the golden ring that marks regret 

Snuffed out in the overflowing ashes of every other lover 

Did I shine 

For just a moment in time 

Am I on your mind 

Am I there 

When the wind blows strange 

And the swing on your porch 

Allows you to sway with your feet up

Can you taste me 

At the bottom of a midnight cup 

Of coffee and whiskey 

Am I on the tip of your tongue 

Betwixt the green of envy and deep indigo of lust,

Across alluring gluttony in flaxen ribbons trussed,

Just below the rolling red of wrath and violet pride,

Lying ever seething with baby blue sloth just beside

Sits the golden glimmer every man has seen before;

That need once all needs have been met, that ceaseless need for more.

Warm yellow says he's innocent, a tool for your success,

But something evil hides behind that gentle blond fluoresce.

He slyly whispers from one side, "you can't be satisfied."

"You hardly have enough to keep the whole world in your stride."

His closed hand hides the angel twin to the devil in his eyes;

The gleam of greed is a gleam indeed, in an effervescent guise.

Beware the green of envy and deep indigo of lust.

The sweet appeal of gluttony holds no amount of trust.

Turn away from crimson rage and a climbing self-esteem.

Icy indolence, though slow, can plot a fiendish scheme.

Deadly these are aptly called, for all are quick to swallow.

When these exist, the child of these is always there to follow.

Above all you must stay vigilant when faced with wicked greed;

Darkness lingers deep inside, and he waits to plant the seed.

I believe that everything happens for a reason. The world is such a complex and incomprehensible place, and there are some many things that even with today’s modern technology we cannot fathom or explain. With so much complexity and wonderful unknown mysteries, can we really say that everything happens just by chance? That it's all merely a coincidence?

I believe that there is a plan for everyone. Whether it be Gods plan or the will of the universe, there is a plan. The best example of this plan in action are the people around you. How many time have you ended up becoming great friends with someone that you never thought you would see as a friend figure? People have a wonderful habit of entering your life exactly when you need them to. I have made many a friend in the most random of circumstances, and more often than not they have comforted me or guided me, or just been there for a laugh and a good time, and visa versa. This is a great thing!

However, some people were only meant to be in your life for a while. For a particular event or a rough time, and then they leave. People come and go, floating in and out of other people’s lives like bees to flowers, staying a while to pollinate that flower and then moving to the next one. And this is how life should be. It's how we grow and develop, adapting to our ever-changing circumstances and discovering who we are as individuals. Each person brings with them a new perspective, a new personality and a chance to rediscover who you are.We all bring something different to each other’s lives, and call it fate or destiny, but people enter and leave your life according to a predestined plan. They're there when we need them to be, and when we no longer need, them they may choose to leave, they may decide to stay.

But as equally as we are predestined to meet people, the choices me make can determine where we end up. Plans change. You are not the same person that you were last year, or 20 or 30 years ago, and as we develop and change, so does the plan. If you are really meant to meet a certain person, eventually you will. You might just have go the long way round to get there. And that's okay! To steal a quote from John Green; "Forever is composed of nows". A predestined plan is not necessarily a forever plan, because forever is the end product of everything that happened in your life. A compilation of the choices you made (or didn't make), the things you did, the paths you took, and all the people who went with you. Predestiny is not a set path that you a forced to walk, it changes and adapts with you. And if you are really destined to do a particular job, marry a particular person or end up in a particular place, sooner or later the universe will guide you there.