January 2010
25 posts
“Brave men tell the truth
A wise man’s tools are analogies and puzzles
A...”
– Remind Me | Röyksopp
When Love Takes Over
It’s complicated It always is That’s just the way it goes Feels like I waited so long for this I wonder if it shows Head under water Now i can’t breath It never felt so good Cause i can feel it coming over me I wouldn’t stop it if i could
When love takes over You know you can’t deny When love takes over Cause something’s here tonight Give me a reason I gotta know Do you feel it...
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[close my eyes, breathe easy, let my mind wander - i know where it will go, i won’t stop it]
[time comes with the ability to airbrush memories. i need to remind myself of the truth]
I'm Looking Through You
I’m looking through you, where did you go I thought I knew you, what did I know You don’t look different, but you have changed I’m looking through you, you’re not the same Your lips are moving, I cannot hear Your voice is soothing, but the words aren’t clear You don’t sound different, I’ve learned the game I’m looking through you, you’re not...
imnotfunny:
the problem is never the what. it’s the how’s and why’s that fuck everything up.
something happens, so be it. it’s easy to deal with the fact that something happens, because it’s just a thing, a fact, an irrevocable truth.
but sometimes it’s really hard to deal with the way in which that something happens, or the reasons why.
whatever. fuck it.
in the end it’s all just facts,...
deep breath;
overwhelmed
all things emotions happening at once
how to handle all this
laugh or cry
i don’t care why not both?
we’re all fucked up anyway
(and yes, i find it highly amusing to be semi-poetic / semi-fail)
“Uncertainty is a girl’s best friend”
Tomorrow Never Knows
Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream It is not dying, it is not dying Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void It is shining, it is shining Yet you may see the meaning of within It is being, it is being
Love is all and love is everyone It is knowing, it is knowing And ignorance and hate mourn the dead It is believing, it is believing But listen to the colour of your dreams It is...
i open my book
it’s filled with scribblings, notes, words
tears
and then i turn the pages, they’re all blank
and i wonder what they will bring
[I have no resolutions (yet), but at least the year ended well]