March 2011
summer, please hurry up
i’m so sick of this. i miss taylor
i believe in honesty more than i’ll ever believe in any religion.
you sawed her brain, cut out all the parts that left your stain.
nothing special
nothing new
same thing
different day
i’m sick of this.
who will be king of the outcasts?
what is heavy when you are weak?
the clouds flush out and numb animals fight
im weeping for the future
this is the beginning,
i already fear the end.
you are the only one
i love forever.
i can lose you again,
but i’d rather not.
my head is full of anxious scenes and dried up like abandoned pools
i believe in something that’s not this, but this is all i have to believe in.
art
as the spirit wanes
the form appears
this is the moment in time i’ve been waiting for, the only thing i can do is let it pass.
And in our native language we are chanting ancient songs
i love you forever
and i’m loving you now
when lost in one’s mind, there’s no real way out.
i enjoy affection.
this is how it will always be, i fear change. i fear this also.
you can find fault in every person you meet, but you can also find something beautiful.
you don’t want to talk about it because it will make you cry and you don’t want to cry about it because it will make you talk.
I remember when, i remember when i lost my mind. It was something so pleasant about that face.
it’s becoming harder each day for me to come to terms with the reality of this situation.
from present to past
i know what it’s like to be miserable alone, so let’s be miserable together.
you are not dead, but you are definitely not alive.
Don't release me until it's over.
what’s sadness when you’ve never felt happiness?
i don’t care anymore. but yes i do, that was a lie.
turning over a new leaf, watch out.
