what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
6:18:00 PMbop to the top
Monday, December 06, 2004
sometimes you wonder why you're here.
sometimes you feel as though you don't belong.
why is the world so harsh you say.
why is it so hard to be strong.
big girls don't cry they say.
is crying really a sign of weakness?
saying you're not afraid when you are,
saying you're fine when you're hurting,
saying you can, when you know you can't,
is that what it means to be brave?
i don't want to be strong
i don't want to be brave
if it means
lying to myself.
let me be seen as weak
without a backbone
without a cause
at least i'll be clean inside.
do what you wanna do.